On a recent transatlantic 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! 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. They all stared, riveted, at the
desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then a man stands up in the rear of the plane.
He is gorgeous, tall, built, with
reddish-blond hair and hazel eyes, he starts to walk slowly up the aisle,
unbuttoning his shirt
......one button at a time.
......No one moves.
.......He removes his shirt.
.....Muscles ripple across his chest
......he whispers:
........here, iron this.
Cute, although it has nothing to do with arbitrage. However, I am pleased that you received the PING today.
The way I heard it, it was Rush and Hillary trapped in an elevator.