The Census Taker

An old blonde woman was sitting on her front porch when a young man walked up with a pad and pencil in his hand. “What’re you selling,” the woman asked. “I’m not selling anything,” the young man said. “I’m the census taker. Every ten years we try to find out how many people there are in the United States.” “Well,” the woman responded, “you’re wasting your time coming here, cause I have no idea.”