Jose approaches the Mexican border on his bicycle. Hanging from his shoulders he has two large, bulky bags.
The border patrol guard stops him and says, â€œHey mister what ya got in those bags?â€
â€œJust sand,â€ replied Jose.
The guard says, â€œOK get off the bike and weâ€™ll take a look. Who carries all that sand around?â€
The guard takes the bags and empties them on the ground and sure enough thereâ€™s nothing but sand.
However he is suspicious and so he detains Jose overnight while he gets the sand analyzed. The next morning he receives the report that states that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags.
The guard has no choice but to release Jose and puts the sand into new bags, slings them onto the manâ€™s shoulders, and waves him across the border.
A week later exactly the same thing happens. The guard asks, â€œWhat have you got in those bags?â€
Jose replies â€œSand.â€
The guard performs the same examinations on the bags and discovers nothing but sand. Once again he gives the sand back to Jose who crosses the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events if repeated every week for over a year until finally Jose stops showing up.
A few weeks later the guard bumps into Jose in a Cantina in a local village.
The guard approaches Jose and says, â€œWhatâ€™s happened to you lately I havenâ€™t seen youâ€.
Jose replies â€œThatâ€™s right I have finished the job I was doing.â€ â€œSo what sort of job involves taking bags of sand over the borderâ€ asks the guard.
Jose sips at his beer and replies, â€œSmuggling bicycles!â€
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