The
Airplane
On a Trans-Atlantic
flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence
is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing
is struck by lightning. One woman in particular loses
it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane.
"I'm too young to die!" she wails. Then she
yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last
minutes on earth to be memorable! No one has ever made
me really feel like a woman! Well I've had it! Is there
ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN??"
For a moment
there is silence. everyone has forgotten their own peril,
and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman
in the front of the plane. Then, a man stands up in
the rear of the plane. "I can make you feel like
a woman," he says. He's gorgeous! Tall, built,
with flowing black hair and jet black eyes, he starts
to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one
button at a time. No one moves. The woman is breathing
heavily in anticipation as the strange man approaches.
He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest
as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt
to the trembling woman, and whispers: "Iron this."
