The Bouncer
Here’s a story to think about:
A bouncer at a night club doesn’t like the looks of one of the customers. What makes matter worse is that the customer is loud-mouthed and vilifying night club bouncers, saying that they are the ones who should be kicked out of the club.
The bouncer takes a night stick that he has for just such an occasion, walks over to the table where the noisy customer is ranting and raving.
Then, without further warning, the bouncer bashes the noisy customer’s head with the night stick. The customer falls to the floor, dead.
People who see what had happened ask the bouncer why he beat the customer to death.
“Shut up,” shouts the bouncer, “He was armed, and I had to stop him before he destroyed us.”
“Why didn’t you stop him at the door if you thought he was a danger?” asks one of the club’s patrons?
“I did,” argues the bouncer. “When I accused him of having a weapon, he denied it.”
The patron is flummoxed. “Why didn’t you search him?”
The bouncer, becoming impatient with the sceptical crowd, proclaims, “I told him to prove he didn’t have a weapon.”
“Eh?” questions another patron, “You asked him to prove that he didn’t have what he didn’t have?”