An Australian travel writer at the beginning of a 6-month tour of Canada was checking out of the Vancouver Hilton, and as he paid his bill said to the manager, “By the way, what’s with the Indian chief sitting in the lobby? He’s been there ever since I arrived.”
“Oh that’s Big Chief Forget-me Not.” said the manager. “The hotel is built on an Indian reservation, and part of the agreement is to allow the chief free use of the premises for the rest of his life. He is known as ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’because of his phenomenal memory. He is 92 and can remember the slightest detail of his life.”
The travel writer took this in, and as he was waiting for his cab decided to put the chief’s memory to the test.
“G’day, mate!” said the Aussie, receiving only a slight nod in return. “What did you have for breakfast on your 21st birthday?”
“Eggs,” was the chief’s instant reply, without even looking up, and indeed the Aussie was impressed. He went off on his travel writing itinerary, right across to the east coast and back, telling others of Big Chief Forget-me Not’s great memory.
One local noted to him that “How” was a more appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than “G’day mate.” So, on his return to the Vancouver Hilton six months later, the Aussie approached ‘Big Chief Forget-me Not’ still sitting in the lobby.
“How” said the Aussie to the Chief, who again did not stop to look up and just replied, “Scrambled!”
Really enjoyed this blog post. Thanks Again. Fantastic. Adelina Thibaud Hugon