Three friends were big fans of the Olympics and were trying to sneak into the Olympic Village to scoop souvenirs and autographs.
The first said, "Let's watch the registration table to see if there's a crack in the security system that we can utilize to work our way in."
A moment later, a burly athlete walked up to the table and stated,
"Angus MacPherson. Scotland. Shot put." He opened his gym bag to display a shot put to the registration attendant.
The attendant said, "Very good, Mr. MacPherson. Here is your packet of registration materials, complete with hotel keys, passes to all Olympic events, meal tickets, and other information. "
The first man got an idea. There was a construction site practically next door. Surely there would be some props they could use. They headed over to the site, slipped through the gate and had a look around.
The first man picked up a long thin board, whittled a sharp point on one end, headed back to the Olympic Village, walked up to the registration table and said, "Chuck Wagon. Canada. Javelin."
The attendant said, "Very good, Mr. Wagon. Here is your packet of registration materials, hotel keys, passes, meal tickets, and information. Good luck!"
The second man came in with a street utility manhole cover. He walked up to the registration table and stated, "Dusty Rhodes. Australia. Discus."
The attendant said, "Terrific, Mr. Rhodes. Here is your packet of registration materials, hotel keys, a full set of passes, and meal tickets. Enjoy yourself."
They both scampered in, but suddenly realized their third was missing.
They looked around but they didn't see him. They began to worry because he was kind of a simpleton and they forgot to make sure he didn't do something stupid and blow their cover stories. Just then they saw him walking up to the registration table. In horror, they realized what he was carrying and what he was about to say. They tried to stop him but it was too late.
He proudly walked up to the table with a roll of chain link wire under his arm and stated, "Foster Bean. Hardwick, Vermont. Fencing."
The first said, "Let's watch the registration table to see if there's a crack in the security system that we can utilize to work our way in."
A moment later, a burly athlete walked up to the table and stated,
"Angus MacPherson. Scotland. Shot put." He opened his gym bag to display a shot put to the registration attendant.
The attendant said, "Very good, Mr. MacPherson. Here is your packet of registration materials, complete with hotel keys, passes to all Olympic events, meal tickets, and other information. "
The first man got an idea. There was a construction site practically next door. Surely there would be some props they could use. They headed over to the site, slipped through the gate and had a look around.
The first man picked up a long thin board, whittled a sharp point on one end, headed back to the Olympic Village, walked up to the registration table and said, "Chuck Wagon. Canada. Javelin."
The attendant said, "Very good, Mr. Wagon. Here is your packet of registration materials, hotel keys, passes, meal tickets, and information. Good luck!"
The second man came in with a street utility manhole cover. He walked up to the registration table and stated, "Dusty Rhodes. Australia. Discus."
The attendant said, "Terrific, Mr. Rhodes. Here is your packet of registration materials, hotel keys, a full set of passes, and meal tickets. Enjoy yourself."
They both scampered in, but suddenly realized their third was missing.
They looked around but they didn't see him. They began to worry because he was kind of a simpleton and they forgot to make sure he didn't do something stupid and blow their cover stories. Just then they saw him walking up to the registration table. In horror, they realized what he was carrying and what he was about to say. They tried to stop him but it was too late.
He proudly walked up to the table with a roll of chain link wire under his arm and stated, "Foster Bean. Hardwick, Vermont. Fencing."