A fat and ugly little man from Bangladesh named Futh decides that since he cannot get a decent job in his own country, he would immigrate to the United States and try his luck there.
Three months later in New York he runs into a someone that he knows (not a
friend, because he is much too hideous to have any of them), and they start
"Are you working now?" asked the acquaintance, who was only talking to him
out of pity anyway.
"No'" replies Futh. "I just quit my job at Coney Island. A man had me put my
head through a canvas, and the customers would throw baseballs at my head. I
couldn't sit down for a week!"
"You silly moron, what does getting hit in the head have to do with sitting
"Oh, I forgot to mention. The back of the canvas was rented out as a dart