A dyslexic skier was standing at the top of the giant slalom trying to work out if he should zig zag round the poles or zag zig.
He turns to the man next to him and says, “I wonder if you can help me? I’m not sure if I should zig zag or zag zig round the poles on the way down.”
“Don’t ask me”, the man said, “I’m a tobogganist.”
“In that case” said the skier, “I’ll have two packets of Benson & Hedges and a box of matches.”