Perfect Memory
When I was a kid, everyone all over the country would come to visit the Indian reservation to meet one person. He was the only man in the world to have a perfect memory, but people were only allowed to ask one question. My family decided to see for ourselves, and when we got there, I had the perfect question. 'Excuse me sir, what did you have for breakfast when you were 15 years old?' He replied, 'Eggs.' and that was that. I was disappointed by his answer, but there was nothing I could do.
Ten years later I recognized the man sitting by himself in a park. I walked up to him, held my hand up with the palm facing forward, and said 'How'. He said 'Scrambled.'