Kyvox
May 16th, 04, 03:51 PM
Just got this one in an email
Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport lounge in
> Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
>
> One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. The second
> is a Cowboy on his way to a livestock show. The third passenger is an
> Arab college student, newly arrived from the Middle East.
>
> Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two
> Americans learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the
> conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The Cowboy leans back in his
> chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big
> sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside is blowing
> tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no
> plane comes.
>
> Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At
> one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
>
> The Muslim 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, "That's 'cause
> we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's
> a-comin'.
Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport lounge in
> Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
>
> One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. The second
> is a Cowboy on his way to a livestock show. The third passenger is an
> Arab college student, newly arrived from the Middle East.
>
> Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two
> Americans learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the
> conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The Cowboy leans back in his
> chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big
> sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside is blowing
> tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no
> plane comes.
>
> Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At
> one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
>
> The Muslim 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, "That's 'cause
> we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's
> a-comin'.