FastEddy
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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 every 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 belly laugh.
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 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
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 every 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 belly laugh.
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 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
