An Eye Opener

*** This little story really made me laugh and reminded me of a dear cousin, who is a pilot for a commercial airline. ***

I was flying from San Francisco to Los Angeles.  By the time we took off, there had been a 45-minute delay and everybody on board was ticked.  Unexpectedly, we stopped in Sacramento on the way.  The flight attendant explained that there would be another 45-minute delay, and if we wanted to get off the aircraft, we would reboard in thirty minutes.

 Everybody got off the plane except one gentleman who was blind.  I noticed him as I walked by and could tell he had flown before because his seeing-eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of him throughout the entire flight.  I could also tell he had flown 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 my dog would like to stretch his legs.  Would you take him for me please?” 

Now picture this.: All the people in the gate area came to a complete and quiet standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a seeing-eye dog!  The pilot was even wearing dark sunglasses. People scattered, not only trying to change planes but also trying to change airlines!

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Stay Sane & Stay Safe
♥  TTFN  ♥

 

 

 

 

 

Why I Believe …

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"Super Chick"
Just One of Super Chick’s Missions

Unless you went to Southeast Missouri State between 1977-1979, and lived in the North Tower, on the 3rd floor – odds are you haven’t seen this superhero before.

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Although she looks more like a villain here, ‘Super Chick’ is known for her unique sense of humor and creative thinking. She was critical to my (and a number of other introverted girls) health and sanity, especially during mid-terms and final exam season.

S.C. would be in her room studying, as most of us were, and would suddenly slam her book shut, jump up and yell “I’ve had enough!” The entire 3rd floor became silent, anxious for what would come next. It was very eerie, because a floor that housed 24 women is NEVER silent.

One tense pre-final evening, S.C. declared that we needed to re-connect with our inner-child. She drove us to a public park. In our pajamas. That, was how faithfully we followed her. S.C. was our guru of laughter and we could not help ourselves. She never barked orders or forced us, she would simply declare something and we were on board because she made it sound so Right.

So… that night we swung on the swings, climbed the jungle-gym and slid down the slides. Over and over. And we laughed like loonies until our sides ached. We were there maybe 45-minutes before returning to the dorm.

We slept like the dead, then got up the next morning and aced our exams. Coincidence? I think not. Even S.C.’s roommate earned a 3.98 GPA, and a place on the Dean’s list (his good list this time).

Thank you, Super Chick!

Look for humor in everything – find it, then give it away. It’s only funny when you share it with someone.

A Joke For You

Deja Vu from Original post:  Feb 26th, 2011

Airplane LandingI get a lot of email with Re:FWD:Re:FWD:FWD:FWD.. as the Subject. Sometimes a cute joke will come my way and I pass along the ones that make me laugh out loud. [This one is from my cuz-in-law, Shar]

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A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, “Business trip or pleasure?”

She turned, smiled and said, “Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston ”

He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs.

Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, “What’s your business role at this convention?”

“Lecturer,” she responded. “I use information that I have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.”

“Really?” he said. “And what kind of myths are there?”

“Well,” she explained, “one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to have that trait.

Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best.

I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck.”

Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t really be discussing all of this with you.  I don’t even know your name.”

“Tonto,” the man said, “Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me Bubba.”