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Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by rlfjr, Feb 9, 2003.


  1. rlfjr

    rlfjr
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    Three strangers strike up a conversation in the passenger
    lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
    One is an American Indian passing through from
    Lame Deer. Another was a cowboy on his way to
    Billings, Montana for a stock show. The third passenger
    is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana
    State University from the Middle East.

    Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the two
    Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Moslem.
    The conversation falls into an uneasy lull.

    The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on
    a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward
    over his face. The wind outside blows tumbleweeds, and
    the old windsock flaps; but no plane comes.

    Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly,
    he speaks: "Once, my people were many...now we are few."

    The Moslem student raises an eyebrow and leans forward,
    "Once my people were few", he sneers, "and now we are
    many. Why do you suppose that is?"

    The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of
    his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says
    in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and
    Moslems yet".
     
  2. 4GunsNow

    4GunsNow
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    That was funny... :)