A guy was sitting in an airplane when another guy
took the seat beside him. The new guy was a wreck,
pale, hands shaking, biting his nails and moaning in
fear.
"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" said the first guy.
"I've been transferred to Los Angeles,
California," he answered nervously. "They've got race
riots, drugs, the highest crime rate in the
country..."
"Hold on," said the first. "I've been in L.A all
my life, and it's 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 second guy stopped shaking for a moment and
said, "Oh, thank you. I was worried to death! But if
you live there and say it's ok, I'll take your word
for it. By the way, what do you do for a living?"
"Me?" said the first, "I'm a tail gunner on a
bread truck."
