There was an old lady who knew how to ride a scooter.
inspector asked her like this:
\- Listen, granny, you come by every day, with that bag behind you. What the hell are you carrying in that bag?
The old lady smiled and replied:
\- It's sand!
Then the inspector smiled. He thought it wasn't sand at all and told the old lady to jump off the scooter to examine the bag. The old lady did, the inspector emptied the bag and there was only sand inside. Very embarrassed, he ordered the old lady to go ahead. She mounted the scooter and walked away, with the sandbag behind.
But the inspector is still wary. Maybe the old lady would spend one day with sand and the next with swag, inside that damn bag. The next day, when she passed the scooter with the bag behind her, the inspector told her to stop again. He asked what was in the bag and she replied that it was sand. The inspector examined it and it was. For a month straight the inspector intercepted the old lady and, every time, what she carried in the bag was sand.
That's when the inspector got upset:
\- Look, granny, I'm a customs officer with 25 years of service. Nobody gets it out of my mind that you are a smuggler.
\- But there is only sand in the bag! - insisted the old lady. And he was about to apprehend the scooter when the inspector proposed:
\- I promise you I'll let you pass. I won't arrest you, I don't apprehend, I won't tell anyone anything, but you will tell me: what is the contraband that you are passing through here every day?
\- Do you promise not to report?
asked the old lady.
"I promise." replied the inspector.
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