In an old joke I heard first while living in Mexico City, the pistol packing bandito storms into the cantina with guns blazing to get everybody’s attention. He draws a line in the middle of the bar.
“All right,” he shouts, to the now quiet crowd, pointing his two six guns menacingly, “I want all the SOBs on this side” … he waves at one side of the line … “and all the dumbbells on that side.” (For you Spanish speakers, that’s hijos de la ching*** on one side and pende*** on the other).
“Now wait a minute,” says one brave self-assured voice in the crowd, “I’m no dumbbell.”
“Well then move to the other side,” comes the answer.
I’ve always liked the joke, and I’m putting it up here because I’m going to work it into one of my blog posts some time. For now, though, I’ll just say that I don’t believe it. The implication is of course (and I include it here not because you’re a dumbbell, but because it may not translate that well) that you are either dumb or mean, with nothing in between. I don’t believe that.
But it’s a good story.
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