The census taker is driving out in the boondocks of Arkansas on assignment and pulls up in front of a small farm.
He approaches an old farmer rocking in his chair on the porch.
โWhat are ye sellinโ, sonny?โ the farmer asks.
โIโm not selling anything,โ the census taker replies.
โIโm here to ask you some questions for the census.โ
โThe what?โ โThe census.
Weโre trying to find out exactly how many people live in the United States.โ
โThen youโre wastinโ yer time cominโ here, son.
I ainโt got the faintest idea.โ
