Subject: Black Robbers

>>

>>

>> BLACK ROBBERS - True Story

>>

>> By far the best email I've read so far....For anyone who didn't

see 

>>David Letterman's take on this:(And it's a true story...)

>>

>> 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 to 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 tall...an

>>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 the 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 very 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 bellylaugh.

>>

>> 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 too 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

>>

>>

>>

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