In the days of the Berlin wall, there was a little old man who crossed the checkpoint every week, pushing his bicycle and caring a heavy sack. The border guard, suspecting him of smuggling, always searched the sack thoroughly but never found anything worthwhile.
One day, after the wall came down, the guard ran into the little old man.
"Look, I just know you were smuggling something all those years, but I could never prove it," the guard said. "Tell me what it was."
The little man chuckled. "Bicycles."
The American Legion Magazine, December 2009, page 60.
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