The Flight

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The Flight


approach determines response( sometimes)

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Subject: The Flight
On a transatlantic flight, a plane passed through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and things went from bad to worse when one wing was struck by lightning. One woman in particular lost it.

Screaming, she stood up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wailed. Then she yelled, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"

For a moment, there was silence. Everyone had forgotten his or her own peril. Eyes riveted, they all stared at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.

Then a man from Texas stood up in the rear of the plane. He was handsome, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Slowly, he started to walk up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. No one moved. He removed his shirt. Muscles rippled across his chest.

She gasped.

He said, "Iron this -- and then get me a beer."




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[conlor]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!! BAD!!!!