Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him.
The new guy was an absolute wreck, pale, hands shaking, biting his nails
and moaning in fear.
"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" Jack asked.
"Oh man... I've been transferred to California," the other guy
answered.
"There's crazy people in California and they have shootings, gangs,
race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate..."
"Hold on," Jack interrupted, "I've lived in California all my life,
and 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. What do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said Jack, "I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck in Oakland."
The new guy was an absolute wreck, pale, hands shaking, biting his nails
and moaning in fear.
"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" Jack asked.
"Oh man... I've been transferred to California," the other guy
answered.
"There's crazy people in California and they have shootings, gangs,
race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate..."
"Hold on," Jack interrupted, "I've lived in California all my life,
and 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. What do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said Jack, "I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck in Oakland."
