Black Robbers

[Racing Rice]

I thought this was funny.


> BLACK ROBBERS - True Story
>
>
> 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 too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but
> words failed her. How do you apologize to 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