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Jack was sitting on the plane when a guy took the seat beside him. The
guy was an emotional wreck; pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked.
"I've been transferred to Detroit, there are crazy people there!
They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor public
schools, and the highest crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in Detroit all my life. It's not as bad as
the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business,
and enroll your kids in a nice private school. It's as safe a place 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."
guy was an emotional wreck; pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked.
"I've been transferred to Detroit, there are crazy people there!
They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor public
schools, and the highest crime rate."
Jack replied, "I've lived in Detroit all my life. It's not as bad as
the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business,
and enroll your kids in a nice private school. It's as safe a place 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."
