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    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 eat"she told
    her husband and 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 tall...very
    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. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and
    fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She felt
    anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but
    gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!!

    Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious
    now. 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 to do what
    they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her
    arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. 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.

    The woman 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 friend 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. The woman thought: My
    God, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was 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 then 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 as 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
    I speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

  • #2
    Hahaha Classic!!


    • #3
      yeah i heard that 1 before.....

      me possibly thinks it aint quite true

      I'm the noob you all pwn!


      • #4
        but its still quite amusing
        I speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth


        • #5
          Growup Gordo


          • #6
            anything you say master shoxer


            • #7
              Nice one
              If girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, Then why do they taste like TUNA!!!!!