A reporter checks in at some old hotel smack in middle of nowhere. Coming into the lobby, he is confronted with the strange sight of an old Indian, whittling stick, long black hair, reddish skin, sitting on one of the chairs as if he intends never to get up.
“That’s Old Chief Forget-Me-Not,” whispers the man behind the desk reverently, “he is allowed to stay here for free because he let me build my hotel on his reservation.”
“Why the weird name?” whispers the reporter.
“Old Chief NEVER forgets anything that happened to him since he was two. Now he is 102. Fantastic memory.”
Once the reporter has checked in, he decides to check out old Forget-Me-Not.
“Hey Chief!” he calls, “What’d you have for breakfast on the morning of your 21st birthday?”
“Eggs,” replies the Chief without even looking up.
The reporter is so amazed, he jumps in his car and drives at least two hours over to where his other reporter friend is staying. Once telling the story over, both reporters jump in the car and drive right back two hours to the hotel, smelling a big scoop.
On the way, the second reporter tells the first: “Why don’t you address the Chief more respectfully, so he’ll demonstrate to us more?”
Following his friend’s advice, the first reporter greets the Chief with a resounding “HOW!!”
“Scrambled,” replies the Chief.