>Since hunting season is going strong, I thought this might be
>approprite...  This was sent in by Kevin Dewinter from somewhere in
>Cyberspace...
>
>A truck driver hauling a tractor-trailer load of computers stops for
>a beer.  As he approaches the bar he sees a big sign on the door
>saying:
>
>"NERDS NOT ALLOWED -- ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK|"  He
>goes in and sits down.
>
>The bartender comes over to him, sniffs,  says he smells kind of
>nerdy, asks him what he does for a living.  The truck driver says he
>drives a truck, and the smell is just from the computers he is
>hauling. The bartender says OK, truck drivers are not nerds, and
>serves him a beer.
>
>As he is sipping his beer, a skinny guy walks in with tape around his
>glasses, a pocket protector with twelve kinds of pens and pencils
>stashed in his pocket protector, and a belt at least a foot too long.
>The bartender, without saying a word, pulls out a shotgun and blows
>the guy away.  The truck driver asks him why he did that.
>
>The bartender said not to worry, the nerds are overpopulating the
>Silicon Valley, and are in season now.  You don't even need a
>license, he said.
>
>So the truck driver finishes his beer, gets back in his truck, and
>heads back onto the freeway.  Suddenly he veers to avoid an accident,
>and the load shifts.  The back door breaks open and computers spill
>out all over the freeway.  He jumps out and sees a crowd already
>forming, grabbing up the computers.  They are all engineers,
>accountants and programmers wearing the nerdiest clothes he has ever
>seen.  He can't let them steal his whole load. So remembering what
>happened in the bar, he pulls out his gun and starts blasting away,
>felling several of them instantly.
>
>A highway patrol officer comes zooming up and jumps out of the car
>screaming at him to stop.  The truck driver said, "What's wrong?  I
>thought nerds were in season."
>
>"Well, sure," said the patrolman, "But  you can't bait 'em."