Living in Florida

Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside
him. The new guy was a wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.
"Hey what's the matter?" Jack asked.


"Oh man. I've been transferred to Florida," the other guy answered.
"There's crazy people in Florida. They have shootings, gangs, race
riots, drugs, the highest crime rate."


"Hold on," Jack interrupted. "I've lived in Florida all my life. It
is not as 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 other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said,
"Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death. But if you live there and
say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?"


"Me?" said Jack. "I'm a tail gunner on a Coca-Cola truck in Boca
Raton."