So there was an Englishman who was visiting New York City for business. He was staying in the Hotel Statler, and was up early every morning because of jet lag and would wander down to the lobby, not sure what to do with himself. After a couple nights, the night clerk called over. "I've seen you down here the past couple nights, is everything okay?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong, chap, it's just that I'm visiting from London and having a jolly hard time getting to sleep."
"Well, then," said the clerk, "How about I give you a riddle to take your mind off it?"
"That's a splendid idea!"
"Okay, here goes: 'It's not my brother, and it's not my sister, but it's the offspring of my mother and father. Who is it'?" The Englishman puzzled over this for a while, before finally giving up. "It's me!" the hotel clerk answered.
"Why that's a jolly good riddle!" said the Englishman, delighted.
He concluded his trip and went home. The next day he went by his regular club and met a friend of his. "I say, old chap, how was your visit to America?"
"Oh, delightful! I heard a fine riddle from someone at hotel where I was staying, would you like to hear it?"
"I would indeed!"
"Okay," said the Englishman: "'It's not my brother, and it's not my sister, but it's the offspring of my mother and father. Who is it'?"
The friend puzzled over it as well. "That's a stumper, old chap. Who is it?"
"Why, it's the night clerk at the Hotel Statler!"
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