This is a good one-
Black RobbersFor anyone who didn't see David Letterman's take on this: (And it's a truestory...) On a recent weekend in Atlantic City , a woman won a bucketful ofquarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner withher husband in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash thequarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she toldher husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men alreadyaboard. Both were black. One of them was tall...very tall...anintimidating figure. The woman froze. Her first thought was: "These twoare going to rob me." Her next thought was: "Don't be a bigot; they looklike perfectly nice gentlemen." But racial stereotypes are powerful,and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the two men. She feltanxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind butgosh, 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 mightyeffort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed withthe other foot and was on the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she turnedaround stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A secondpassed, and then another second, and then another. Her fear increased! Theelevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. "My God," she thought, I'mtrapped and about to be robbed! "Her heart plummeted. Perspiration pouredfrom every pore.Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do whatthey told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out herarms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down onher. Take my money and spare me, she prayed. More seconds passed. Sheheard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us whatfloor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who said it had alittle trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in abelly laugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. Theyreached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet. "When Itold my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meantthat he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean for youto hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It wasobvious 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 youapologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as thoughthey were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say. The three of themgathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket. When the elevatorarrived at her floor they then insisted on walking her to her room. Sheseemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might notmake it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As sheslipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as theywalked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She pulledherself 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 MurphyMichael JordanPS - Pass this around so others can enjoy! Black Robbers - a true story
@schottsie
Story is fake, but I still love it.