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01-16-2007, 01:11 PM
BLACK ROBBERS - True Story
>
> By far the best email I've read so far....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 tol d 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
>
> By far the best email I've read so far....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 tol d 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