On a flight getting ready to depart for New Orleans,
Jack was sitting on the plane when a guy took the
seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck,
pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked.
"I've been transferred to New Orleans , there's crazy
people there. They've got lots of shootings, gangs,
race riots, drugs, poor public schools, and the highest
crime rate in the Nation."
Jack replied, "I've lived in New Orleans all my life.
It's not as bad as the media says. Find a nice home,
go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids
in a nice private school.
It's as safe a place as anywhere in the world."
The guy relaxed and stopped shaking and said,
"Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death,
but if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take
your word for it.
What do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said Jack...
"I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."
Jack was sitting on the plane when a guy took the
seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck,
pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked.
"I've been transferred to New Orleans , there's crazy
people there. They've got lots of shootings, gangs,
race riots, drugs, poor public schools, and the highest
crime rate in the Nation."
Jack replied, "I've lived in New Orleans all my life.
It's not as bad as the media says. Find a nice home,
go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids
in a nice private school.
It's as safe a place as anywhere in the world."
The guy relaxed and stopped shaking and said,
"Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death,
but if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take
your word for it.
What do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said Jack...
"I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."