compusci@aecom.UUCP (Yitz Twersky) (02/13/85)
Moishe Margolies, who weighed all of 105 pounds and stood an even five feet
in his socks, was taking his first airplane trip. He took a seat next to a
hulking bruiser of a man who happened to be the heavyweight champion of
the world.
Little Moishe was uneasy enough before he even entered the plane, but now the
roar of the engines and the great height absolutely terrified him. So
frightened did he become that his stomach turned over and he threw up all over
the muscular giant siting beside him. Fortunately, at least for Moishe, the
man was sound asleep.
But now the little man had another problem. How in the world would he ever
explain the situation to the burly brute when he awakened? The sudden voice
of the stewardess on the plane's intercom, finally woke the bruiser, and
Moishe, his heart in his mouth, rose to the occasion.
"Felling better now?" he asked solicitously.
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yitz
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