Post by Woody Williams on Mar 19, 2007 11:30:51 GMT -5
Detroit Michigan.....
Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him.
The new guy was a wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"Hey what's the matter?" Jack asked.
"Oh man. I've been transferred to Detroit Michigan," the other guy answered. "There's crazy people in Detroit. They have shootings, gangs, riots, drugs, the highest crime rate."
"Hold on," Jack interrupted. "I've lived in Detroit 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 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've been worried to death. But if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. So, what do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said Jack. "I'm a tail gunner on a Pepsi delivery truck in Detroit..
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Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him.
The new guy was a wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"Hey what's the matter?" Jack asked.
"Oh man. I've been transferred to Detroit Michigan," the other guy answered. "There's crazy people in Detroit. They have shootings, gangs, riots, drugs, the highest crime rate."
"Hold on," Jack interrupted. "I've lived in Detroit 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 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've been worried to death. But if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. So, what do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said Jack. "I'm a tail gunner on a Pepsi delivery truck in Detroit..
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