Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him. The new
guy was an absolute wreck, pale, hands shaking, biting his nails and moaning in fear.
“Hey, pal, what’s the matter?” Jack asked
“Oh man… I’ve been transferred to California,” the other guy answered, “there’s crazy
people in California and they have shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate…”
“Hold on,” Jack interrupted, “I’ve lived in California all my life, and it is not as bad as
the media says. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your
kids in a good school and it’s as safe as anywhere in the world.”
The other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment 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 bread truck.”