Mr. Smith was flying from San Francisco to Los Angeles.
Unexpectedly the plane stopped in Sacramento along the way. The flight
attendant explained that there would be a delay, and if the passengers wanted
to get off the aircraft, the plane would reboard in 30 minutes. Everybody got
off the plane except one gentleman who was blind. Mr. Smith had noticed him and
could tell the blind man had flown before -- his Seeing Eye dog lay quietly
underneath the seats in front of him throughout the entire flight.
Mr. Smith could also tell he had flown on this very flight
before, because the pilot approached him, and calling him by name, said,
"Keith, we're in Sacramento for almost an hour. Would you like to get off and
stretch your legs?" Keith replied, "No thanks, but maybe the dog would like to
stretch his legs".
Picture this: All the people in the gate area came to a
complete quiet standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the
plane with the Seeing Eye dog! The pilot was even wearing sunglasses. People
scattered. They not only tried to change planes, they were trying to change
airlines!
Have a great day, and remember -- things aren't always as
they appear.
"After hearing two eyewitness accounts of an auto accident
it makes you
wonder about history." -Unknown
"I don't want to say the economy is bad, but by the time the
quarter hit the
ground it was only worth 80% of what it was
when he first flipped it."
--
'Monday Night Football' analyst Dennis Miller, on
President Bush's coin toss
to begin the 2001 NFL season
My wife and I were browsing in a crafts store when I noticed
a display of
country-style musical instruments. After looking
over the flutes, dulcimers
and recorders, I picked up a shiny,
one-stringed instrument I took to be a
mouth harp. I put it to
my lips and, much to the amusement of other
shoppers, twanged
a few notes on it.
After watching from a distance,
my wife came up and whispered
in my ear, "I hate to tell you this, honey,
but you're trying
to play a cheese slicer."
[Stolen from Reader's
Digest.]
I was having lunch with my nine-year-old son, when the
waitress came by to
ask if we wanted a drink. "I'll have
a decapitated coffee," my son said
facetiously. The
waitress smiled and poured him a cup.
Not to be
outdone, she later returned with the coffeepot
and said, "Can I put a head
on that for you?"
