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Someone posted this on the anti-racism board i read, and i thought it was hilarous... people are so ignorant its funny
On a recent weekend in Las Vegas, 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 then 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
dove to 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 actually 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
On a recent weekend in Las Vegas, 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 then 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
dove to 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 actually 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