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\puts them on his shoulders and goes across the border.
Anyway, two weeks later, the man on the bike turns up at the border again, on his bike with two sacks on his shoulders.
So the guard says, \puts the sand back in the sacks, puts the sacks on his shoulders, gets back on his bike and goes across the border.
This goes on every week for six months, man on the bike, guard at the border, sacks on the man's shoulders, sand on the ground, sand back in the sacks, man across the border ... until one day the man on the bike with the sand bags doesn't turn up.
A few days later, the guard happens to meet the man on the bike downtown. \friend, you sure made us crazy,\you were smuggling?\
The man on the bike says, \ Passage 3
Speaker 1 I don't know if I've told you, but apparently this is a true story. There's this small airline somewhere in New
Zealand, I think, and it uses planes that carry about seven or eight passengers. So you sit just behind the pilot and get a really good view. Speaker 2 Yeah, I get the picture.
Speaker 1 Anyway, the passengers are told to board the plane, and they climb in, you know, not much room. And they
sit there waiting. A few minutes later the last passenger, a really cool-looking guy, turns up and takes his seat, and they all wait for the pilot to arrive and take off. And they wait. And they wait some more. And they're still waiting, not long, you know, a few minutes, but just enough to make them wonder where the pilot is. Then the cool-looking guy at the back starts looking at his watch, and saying, \late.\appointment.\to wait any longer, if we don't have a pilot, I'm going to take off and fly this plane myself. Speaker 2 What?
Speaker 1 Exactly, and everyone is goi