A Mormon was seated next to an Irishman on a flight from London. After the plane was airborne, the stewardess was pushing the cart up the aisle taking drink orders.
The Irishman asked for a whiskey which she quickly and efficiently placed before him on his tray.
The flight attendant then unknowingly asked the Mormon what he would like to drink.
"I'd rather be savagely raped by a dozen whores than let liquor touch my lips!" vehemently replied the church elder.
The Irishman quickly handed his drink back to the attendant.
"Begorrah, woman, why didn’t ye say sometin’--I didn't know we had the choice.”
The Romance of Flight
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