Any good at conundrums?
'Are you any good at conundrums?' inquired the New York taxi driver.
'I've never heard of them,' said Cassidy.
'Well,' said the driver, Till give you an example. Brothers and sisters have
I none, but that man's father is my father's son who is it?'
'I don't know,' said Cassidy.
'It's me, you fool,' said the driver.
'Bedad,' said Cassidy, Till try that on the boys when I get home!'
On returning to Dublin he gathered his cronies in Mulligan's bar and said,
I'm going to test yez all on conundrum bandrums. Think about this one. Brothers
and sisters have I none, but that man's father is my father's son. Who is it?'
'We don't know,' chorused the boys.
'It's a taxi driver in New York,' beamed Cassidy.