An old black woman gave her grandson some money and asked him to run down to the store and buy a hoop of cheese. Dutifully, he ran all the way to the store, picked out the hoop, and proudly presented the cash. As he was rolling the hoop back to grandma's house, it got away from him; rolling down an embankment and plummeting out of site. A young business man decided he would rather walk home than suffer public transportation. It was a sunny day, and quite enjoyable. Along the way, he found a hoop of cheese. At home, he called out to his wife; she was busy in another room. "Guess what," he added, "I found some cheese just laying on the sidewalk." "Is it any good?" she asked from the other room. "Still in the wrapper, dear." "What kind of cheese is it." she asked next. "Well, I think it's Mexican cheese." "Does it say that on the label?" "No, but all the way home some little boy kept saying, 'Nacho cheese, Nacho cheese."
