The Old Arab Who Lived in New York

I just heard this one, it may be old but it’s new for me.

An old Arab lives close to New York City. He would love to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is old and weak. His son is in college in Paris, so the old man sends him an e-mail. “Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can’t plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure if you were here you would help me dig up the garden.”

The following day, the old man receives a response e-mail from his son at 3:45 pm: “Beloved father, please don’t touch the garden. It’s there that I have hidden ‘the THING’. Love Ahmed”.

At 4:02 pm, the US Army, the Marines, the Rangers, the Police, officers from the Department of Homeland Security, the FBI and the CIA, visit the house of the old man, take the whole garden apart, search every inch, but can’t find anything. Disappointed they leave.

A day later, the old man receives another e-mail from his son: “Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That’s all I could do for you from here.

Love Ahmed


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