Ron,
you shared a pretty good joke a while back, so I thought I'd return the favor today...
Somewhere in the desert, near Albuquerque New Mexico, there's a tourist stop decorated as a town from the old west. The employees roam the streets in costumes, dressed as gun slingers, cowboys, bar tenders, dance hall girls, you get the idea. The tourists roam the streets, visiting the various shops, snapping pictures and buying souvenirs.
Outside the saloon was an old man dressed as an Indian Chief with full head gear, buck skins, beads and moccasins. He stood there perfectly still, steely eyes looking straight ahead, arms folded, unflinching. Whenever an attractive female tourist approached the saloon, the Indian Chief would slowly raise his right hand and greet her in his quiet, rough voice by saying "CHANCE".
It happened one day, a spunky female tourist, I believe from New York City, observed the Indian Chief's behavior from afar. Unable to bridle her curiosity, she walked up to the Chief, stopping directly in front of him, firmly planting her feet, her eyes glaring directly into his. She queried the Chief in a loud, swaggering voice, "Hey fella, aren't you supposed to say HOW?".
Slowly the old Chief raised his right hand. His dark eyes staring back at her from a furrowed brow, and he calmly replied in his deep voice "Chief know HOW, Just need CHANCE".
enjoy your weekends, George
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