In #5 buzzsawmonkey said: I blush to confess I don't know the setup.
Eh, no need to blush, it's a joke me Dad told me when I was a kid (which then became kind of a running joke in the family), no reason for you to know it. So: A young man is traveling west by train across the US on his way to California, some time in, say, the late 1930s. The train makes a stop at a small town in South Dakota. The young man decides to take a walk around town; he asks locals about what local color there may be. A store owner tells him: "Go to the town square, and if you're lucky, Chief Red Deer will be sitting in his usual spot. He's the oldest Indian in these parts, and the thing is, he has a perfect memory - hasn't forgotten a single event, from a single day, in his life.'" Impressed, the young man heads to the town square, and indeed, there's an ancient-looking American Indian, wrapped in blanket, sitting on a bench. The young man approaches him. "Hello! Are you Chief Red Deer?" "Yes" replies the Indian, laconically. "They tell me you have a perfect memory, you haven't forgotten a single day in your life, is that true?" "Yes," replies the Indian. The young man thinks a moment, and then says: "So you'd have been in this area when General Custer came through, right?" "Yes,'" replies the Indian. "So if you have a perfect memory, tell me this; on his first morning here, what did General Custer have for breakfast?", the young man asks, with a sneer. "Eggs," replies the Indian. At that moment the train whistle blows, and realizing he might miss the train, he hastily excuses himself, and dashes back to board. Five years later, the young (now, not as young) man is traveling back east by train; and wouldn't you know, the train makes a stop at that same South Dakota town. The young man takes a walk; and is astonished to see Chief Red Deer, sitting in his usual spot in the town square. The young man approaches him, and raises his hand in greeting, with a cheery "how!". "Scrambled," replies Chief Red Deer.
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