02-19-2007, 10:16 PM
This is child's play compared to what I went through growing up in the Fort Mitchell ghetto
irateSho .
This happened on a flight getting ready to depart for New Orleans ,
Louisiana .
Jack was sitting on the plane with a 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 are crazy people there.
They've got lots of shootings, robberies, gangs, drugs, burglaries and the
highest crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in New Orleans all my life. It's 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."
irateSho .This happened on a flight getting ready to depart for New Orleans ,
Louisiana .
Jack was sitting on the plane with a 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 are crazy people there.
They've got lots of shootings, robberies, gangs, drugs, burglaries and the
highest crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in New Orleans all my life. It's 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."