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brok...@my-deja.com
Apr 3, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/3/00
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Haha....I found this on a BSB Messageboard and I was LMAO....it'S
hilarious.
For anyone who didn't see David Letterman's take on this: (And it's
true story...)
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of
quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner
with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash
the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she
told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.
As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men
already aboard. Both were black. One of them was big.. very big... an
intimidating figure. The woman froze. Her first thought was: These two
are going to rob me. Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot, they look
like perfectly nice gentlemen.
But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her.
She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and
ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind - but God, they had to
know what she was thinking!
Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious
now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a
mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and
followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator
doors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then
another.
Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My
God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart
plummeted.
Perspiration poured from every pore.
Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do
what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out
her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained
down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed. More seconds
passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just
tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who
said it had a little trouble getting the words out.
He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her
head and looked up at the two men.
They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.
"When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized
one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I
didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit
his lip.
It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.
The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself.
She was too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology,
but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable
gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn't
know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and
refilled her bucket.
When the elevator arrived at her floor they insisted on walking her
to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were
afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid
her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them
roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator.
The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went
downstairs for dinner with her husband. The next morning flowers
were delivered to her room - a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose was a
crisp one hundred dollar bill. The card said:
"Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."
It was signed,
Michael Jordan
Eddie Murphy
hilarious.
For anyone who didn't see David Letterman's take on this: (And it's
true story...)
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of
quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner
with her husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash
the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she
told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.
As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men
already aboard. Both were black. One of them was big.. very big... an
intimidating figure. The woman froze. Her first thought was: These two
are going to rob me. Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot, they look
like perfectly nice gentlemen.
But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her.
She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and
ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind - but God, they had to
know what she was thinking!
Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious
now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a
mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and
followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator
doors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then
another.
Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My
God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart
plummeted.
Perspiration poured from every pore.
Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do
what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out
her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained
down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed. More seconds
passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just
tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who
said it had a little trouble getting the words out.
He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh. The woman lifted her
head and looked up at the two men.
They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.
"When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized
one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I
didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit
his lip.
It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.
The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself.
She was too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology,
but words failed her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable
gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn't
know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and
refilled her bucket.
When the elevator arrived at her floor they insisted on walking her
to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were
afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid
her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them
roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator.
The woman brushed herself off. She pulled herself together and went
downstairs for dinner with her husband. The next morning flowers
were delivered to her room - a dozen roses. Attached to EACH rose was a
crisp one hundred dollar bill. The card said:
"Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."
It was signed,
Michael Jordan
Eddie Murphy
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Charity
Apr 6, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/6/00
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It's weird how we can look at other peoples stupidity, and even though,
the lady's thoughts were not funny at all, but instead, very sad, (in
my opinion)... still see the humor in it all. None the less... that was
the funniest thing I've read in a very long time!!! LMAO! Thanks for
posting it, Anna! *Hugs* Charity
the lady's thoughts were not funny at all, but instead, very sad, (in
my opinion)... still see the humor in it all. None the less... that was
the funniest thing I've read in a very long time!!! LMAO! Thanks for
posting it, Anna! *Hugs* Charity
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*Hugs* Charity
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