MOVING TO DETROIT
Paul was sitting on the plane waiting to fly to Detroit, when a guy
took the seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck, pale, hands
shaking, moaning in fear.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked.
"I've been transferred to Detroit. I've heard the people are crazy
there. They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor
public schools, and the highest crime rate in the nation."
Paul replied, "I've lived in Detroit all my life. It's not as bad as
the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business,
and 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?"
"I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."
Brian
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Paul was sitting on the plane waiting to fly to Detroit, when a guy
took the seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck, pale, hands
shaking, moaning in fear.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked.
"I've been transferred to Detroit. I've heard the people are crazy
there. They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor
public schools, and the highest crime rate in the nation."
Paul replied, "I've lived in Detroit all my life. It's not as bad as
the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business,
and 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?"
"I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."
Brian
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