L.A

[Guest guest]

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 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

God. 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."