scary story

[TheShadow]

BLACK ROBBERS - True Story.For anyone who didn't see David Letterman's take on this (And it's atrue story.)On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful ofquarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinnerwith her husbandin the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters inher room."I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband andcarried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator. As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men alreadyaboard. Both were black. One of them was tall, very tall, anintimidating figure.The woman froze. Her first thought was: These two are going to rob me. Her next thoughtwas: Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. Butracial stereotypesare powerful, and fear immobilized her. She stood and stared at the twomen. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't readher mindbut Gosh, they had to know what she was thinking!!! Her hesitationabout joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face wasflushed.She couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort of will shepicked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other footand was on theelevator Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevatordoors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and thenanother.Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. MyGod, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heartplummeted. Perspirationpoured from every pore. Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do whatthey told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out herarms andcollapsed 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 uswhat floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The one who said ithad a littletrouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a bellylaugh. The woman lifted her head and looked up at the ! two men. Theyreacheddown to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet. "When I told my friend here to hitthe floor," said the average sized one, " I meant that he should hit theelevatorbutton for our floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am." Hespoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard timenot laughing. The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She washumiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but wordsfailed her.How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behavingas though they were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say. Thethree ofthem gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket. When the elevator arrived at her floor they then insisted on walking herto her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they wereafraid shemight not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a goodevening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring withlaughter asthey walked back to the elevator.The woman brushed herself off. She pulled her self together and wentdownstairs 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 wassigned; Eddie Murphy and Michael Jordan

[scherry2]

ROFL! I can see that happening. stereotypes....

[tcam]

Oh man that is hilarious. What a spaz

[ZubenElGenubi]

Funny story, but not true:http://www.snopes.com/racial/mistaken/hitfloor.asp