Where are the Americans?

A Pakistani arrives in New York City.

All excited, he stops the first person he meets. "Good day, Mr. American,
thank you to accept me in your nice country, and... " The person
interrupts and says: "I am not American, I'm Mexican."

The Pakistani continues on his way and meets another passer-by: "Thank you
Mr. American for to let my family and me stay here..."

Again, he is interrupted before finishing his sentence: "I no be American,
I be Turk!"

The Pakistani continues on his way and meets another passer-by: "Mr.
American, me thank you for hospitality you give..."
But my friend, don't you see that I am black? I am African, not American."

"But", answers the Pakistani distressed, "Then, where are the
Americans??"

The African looks at his watch and says: "Oh, they don't get off work 'til
five o'clock!"

That's about rigtht

Hey, somebody's gotta support 'em

DGK

sounds like the New York I remember!