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09-18-06, 08:18 AM
Jack was sitting on the plane when guy took the seat beside him. The guy
was a 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. Shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate."
Jack interrupted. "I've lived in New Orleans all my life. 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 nice school and it's as safe 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".
was a 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. Shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate."
Jack interrupted. "I've lived in New Orleans all my life. 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 nice school and it's as safe 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".