Swifster
01-30-2005, 10:55 PM
Skip was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him.
The new guy was an absolute wreck, pale, hands shaking, biting his nails
and moaning in fear.
"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" Skip asked.
"Oh man... I've been transferred to Detroit" the other guy
answered, "there's crazy people in Detroit and they have shootings, gangs,
race riots, drugs, a high murder rate . . . "
"Hold on," Skip interrupted, "I've lived in Detroit all my life,
and it is not as bad as the media says.
Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a
good school and it's as safe as anywhere in the world."
The other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh,
thank you. I have 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 Skip, "I'm a tail gunner on a bread truck."
The new guy was an absolute wreck, pale, hands shaking, biting his nails
and moaning in fear.
"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" Skip asked.
"Oh man... I've been transferred to Detroit" the other guy
answered, "there's crazy people in Detroit and they have shootings, gangs,
race riots, drugs, a high murder rate . . . "
"Hold on," Skip interrupted, "I've lived in Detroit all my life,
and it is not as bad as the media says.
Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a
good school and it's as safe as anywhere in the world."
The other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh,
thank you. I have 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 Skip, "I'm a tail gunner on a bread truck."