A JOKE FOR YOM KIPPUR
The three cadets were to be interviewed at the Police Academy in Brooklyn, chosen among New York’s finest as potential candidates for the coveted Detective and Investigative Unit.
"Men," said the Lieutenant, "we’re going to go through a little exercise to test your acumen and insightfulness for detective work. I’m going to show you a picture of a criminal for precisely twenty seconds, and I want you to tell me, simply by glancing at the picture, what type of crook we’re looking for. Jones, take a look. What do you think?"
"Sir! I think this guy has only one ear."
"No, no, Jones! This is a profile. It only shows one side. What do you say, Burns?"
"Sir! This perpetrator only has one eye."
"No, Burns. Don’t you understand? This is only a profile. Forget about it!"
About to give up, the Lieutenant showed the picture to the third cadet. "What do you say, Jackson?"
Without looking for more than five seconds, Jackson blurted out with confidence, "Boss! This outlaw wears contact lenses!"
"That’s right, Jackson! You’re incredible! How did you know that?"
