Three men strike up a conversation in the airport lounge in Calgary, while awaiting their respective flights. One is an American Indian, another is an Alberta Cowboy and the third
passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull. Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly says, ” At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few.” The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, “Once my people were few and now we are many,” he sneers. “Why do you suppose that is?”
The Alberta cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth drawl, “That’s ’cause we ain’t played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it’s a comin’.