An Australian travel writer touring Canada was checking out of the Spokane Hilton, and as he paid his
bill he asked 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 he decided to put the chief's
memory to the test. "'Ello, 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,and told many others of Big Chief Forget-me Not's great
memory. During a visit to a remote area, one of the locals pointed out that 'How' was a more
appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than "'Ello mate." He returned to the Spokane Hilton six
months later, and was surprised to see 'Big Chief Forget-me Not' still sitting in the lobby. He
walked over to him and in a friendly voice said, "How!" The Chief looked at the Aussie with disdain
and muttered...

"Scrambled!"