A truck driver goes into a truck stop for lunch . . . A Polish truck driver goes into a truck stop for lunch and takes a seat at the counter next to a Black guy. The Black guy leans over and asks, ""Do you want to hear a riddle?"" ""Sure,"" says the Pole. ""Okay, here it is,"" says the Black guy: ""I'm my father's son, but I'm not my brother. Who am I?"" The Polish guy thinks for awhile and says, ""I dunno, who are you?"" ""I'm ME,"" says the Black guy, ""get it?"" ""Sure,"" says the Pole, and chuckles. Driving home to Buffalo, the Pole recites the riddle in his head so he can tell it to his wife. When he gets home, he says to her, ""Here's a riddle: I'm my father's son, but I'm not my brother. Who am I?"" The wife pauses, then says, ""Err . . . really, I dunno."" The Polish trucker chuckles at his wife's confusion and says, ""Some Black guy in a truck stop.""