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Barry Ashcroft

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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 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 apologise 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

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(And it's a true story...)

It's almost entirely true. The lady in question is a friend of my daughters and it did really happen up to the point of her getting roses and cash. This bit is not true. They just escorted her back to her room and it actually happed in Las Vegas last year. :D

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