>From: "Esther Schrader" <st8frmwa@wolfenet.com>
>To: "Jerry Butterfield" <JerryB8077@aol.com>
>Cc: "Elizabeth Patterson" <eapat@ewa.net>, "Bill Webb" <wmwljw@whc.net>
>Subject: For the Joke Forum
>Date: Tue, 18 May 1999 08:02:40 -0700
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>This is a hoot!
>
>Esther
>
>Esther B. Schrader, CLU, ChFC
>"Always play fair, share with your friends, and put things back where they
>belong."
>PO Box 669, Selah, WA 98942
>Office: (509) 697-4900 FAX: (509) 697-9394
>Home: (509) 697-8822
>----- Original Message -----
>>
>> 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 she
>> 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. Bu
>> tracial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and
>> stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered, ashamed. She hoped
>> they didn't read her mind, But knew they surely did; her hesitation
>about
>> joining them on the elevator was all too obvious. 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: Do what
>> they tell you. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her
>> arms and collapsed on the elevator carpet. 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. She 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 man 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. She 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 while 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,
>>
>> Eddie Murphy
>> Michael Jordan
>>
>
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