The census taker was driving out in the boondocks of Arkansas on assignment when he pulled up in front of a small farm.

He approached an old farmer rocking in his chair on the porch.

The farmer squinted at him and asked, “What are ye sellin’, sonny?”

The census taker replied, “I’m not selling anything. I’m here to ask you some questions for the census.”

“The what?” the farmer asked.

“The census. We’re trying to find out exactly how many people live in the United States.”

The farmer rocked for a moment, then said, “Then you’re wastin’ yer time comin’ here, son. I ain’t got the faintest idea.”