L
littlefoot
Guest
This happened on a flight ready to depart for Seattle.
Jack was sitting 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 Seattle, there's crazy people there.
They have a lot of shootings, gangs,race riots, drugs,poor public schools,and the highest crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in Seattle my whole 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 finally relaxed and said, "Thank you, i've been worried to death, but if you live there and say it's O.K., i'll take your word for it. By the way, what do you do for a living?"
"Me?", said Jack. "I'm a tail-gunner on a Budweiser truck."
Jack was sitting 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 Seattle, there's crazy people there.
They have a lot of shootings, gangs,race riots, drugs,poor public schools,and the highest crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in Seattle my whole 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 finally relaxed and said, "Thank you, i've been worried to death, but if you live there and say it's O.K., i'll take your word for it. By the way, what do you do for a living?"
"Me?", said Jack. "I'm a tail-gunner on a Budweiser truck."
