Sneaky Sand, Secret Bikes
A border patrol agent sees a man bicycling up with two bags around his neck. The agent stops him.
“Excuse me, sir, can I take a look at those bags?”
“Sure,” the cyclist replies.
The agent looks in the bags—nothing but sand. He takes a handful, feels it…it is indeed just sand. Still suspicious, he asks, “Just sand, huh? Nothing else?”
“Nope,” says the cyclist. “Just sand.”
The agent waves him through.
Over the next few days, the cyclist keeps coming back—bags of sand every time. The agent tests and weighs the sand, pokes holes in the bag, inspects the lining…always just sand. Driven half-mad by the mystery, the agent finally takes leave and heads to the beach to relax.
Suddenly, the cyclist appears again with the bags.
“Man!” says the agent. “I’ve done every test I can think of. I know you’re smuggling something. What are you smuggling?!”
And the cyclist replies, “Bicycles, buddy.”
