The Indian, The Coffee And The Bull
THE INDIAN, THE COFFEE AND THE BULL
>An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male
>buffalo with the other. He says to the waiter, "Me want coffee."
>The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up." He gets the Indian a
>mug of coffee.
>The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the
>with the shotgun, causing parts of animal to splatter every where,
>The next morning the Indian returns.
>He has his shotgun in one hand pulling another male buffalo with the
>He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter," Me want coffee."
>The waiter says, "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from
>yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"
>The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Me training for upper management
>position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others
>clean up, disappear for rest of day."