On a flight getting ready to depart for Detroit...
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's 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, 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."
