An Australian travel writer touring 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 sitting in the lobby? He’s been there ever since I arrived.”
“Oh that’s ‘Remembers Everything’,” said the manager. “The hotel is built on an Indian reservation, and part of the agreement is to allow him free use of the premises for the rest of his life. He is known as ‘Remembers Everything’ because of his phenomenal memory. He is 92 and can remember the slightest details 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 Remembers Everything’s great memory. (One local noted to him that ‘How’ was a more appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than ‘G’day mate.’)
On his return to the Vancouver Hilton six months later, he was surprised to see the Chief still sitting in the lobby, fully occupied with whittling away on a stick.
“How,” said the Aussie.
“Scrambled,” said the Chief.