A cowboy, bored with his life, decides to head east...
He embarks by train from California, hoping to seek a new job and new adventures.
Somewhere in Arizona, the train slows down at a small station and passengers stream on and off. Looking through a window, the cowboy sees an old Native American man wearing what looks like the garb of a powerful Indian chief, sitting on the platform. He stares at the old Indian until a man next to him on the train leans over and whispers, "That old wiseman has the best memory in the world. He remembers Everything that has ever happened to him, from the day he was born! You can ask him Anything that has ever happened to him, and he'll be able to answer you correctly."
Amazed and curious, the cowboy jumps off the train and runs over to the Indian. "Are you the guy who remembers everything?" the cowboy asks. The Indian nods silently. The cowboy starts trying to think of a good question to ask the Indian.. but the train conductor begins calling All Aboard, and the train begins to chug. "Uhh... ahhh...." the cowboy frantically searches for something, Anything to ask the Indian.. the train begins to roll slowly forward... the cowboy panics!
"Ah... what did you have for breakfast?!"
"Eggs," the Indian replies.
Cursing his lack of creativity, the cowboy sprints back onto the train. As it pulls away from the station, he grumbles to himself about how weak of a question he had chosen, and what an opportunity he had lost. He fixates on his failure, and cannot find fulfillment in any job in any town all across the country.. all he cares about is finding that Indian again, and redeeming himself. He begins searching across the nation, seeking out gatherings of Indians, wandering from tribe to tribe looking for clues to the old chief's whereabouts. Over time, he learns many Native American languages and becomes familiar with the customs and stories of many of the different groups.. but still he cannot find the chief. He continues searching for years, until years turn into decades, and eventually he, too, is an old man. Sighing in resignation one day, he wearily boards a train headed west, back to California; if he must die unfulfilled, at least he can die where he was born.
And, of course, You, dear reader, know where this is going.. because of how much the universe loves a good narrative, the train pulls into another nondescript little station somewhere in Arizona... and there, on the platform, looking almost the same way he did on that fateful afternoon so many years ago, sits the chief.
Tears in his eyes, the old cowboy hobbles off the train and approaches the ancient wiseman with all the respect and deference he had learned from his time among the tribes. Preparing to redeem himself with a new and better conversation, the cowboy raises his hand solemnly and greets the chief: "How!"
The chief nods, and says,
"Scrambled."