The border control officer notices that the same young man comes through the border every week on his motorcycle.
After a few weeks, he starts to get suspicious. He detains the man, searches him from top to bottom, and finds nothing.
The following week, the young man returns to the border and is detained. This time, the officer has the trained canine sniff the man and all of his belongings. Still…nothing is found.
Week after week, this continues. The man comes, the officer searches him, and he always comes clean, yet the officer is sure something illegal is going on.
After a while, they become friendly. They are on a first-name basis, they ask about each other’s families, comment on the local sports team, and retain a friendly relationship. Yet, the officer’s suspicion never wavers.
Many years later, the officer is retired and runs into the man he remembers from the border.
“Aren’t you the man who would come through my line at the border on your motorcycle each week?”
“Yep, that’s me.” He replies.
After a friendly exchange of pleasantries, the retired border officer says, “Please, tell me, I have to know, what were you sneaking over the border for all those years?”
The man smiles, shrugs, and says, “stolen motorcycles!”
