Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside
him.
The new guy was a wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"Hey what's the matter?" Jack asked.
"Oh man. I've been transferred to Louisiana," the other guy answered.
"There's crazy people in Louisiana. They have shootings, gangs, race
riots, drugs, the highest crime rate."
"Hold on," Jack interrupted. "I've lived in Louisiana all my life. 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 Heineken truck in New Orleans."
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