I thought it was bit off-color but I couldn't help laughing about it.
Three strangers in a small terminal. One is a Native American, one is a Texas ranch hand and the other is an Arab student.
The ranch hand leans back in his chair, crosses his
boots on the magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face and settles in for a nap.
After a brief silence, the Indian clears his throat and softly speaks, "Once my people were many, now we are few."
The Arab 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 Texan shifts the 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."