After
a month-long holiday in the US, my wife and I finally boarded
the plane in San Francisco last Sunday heading home.
As the plane reached cruising speed with the seat belt sign
switched off,
a 6 ft 3' black man with the build of Mike Tyson in the front
row got up
from his seat, turned to face the back, raised his arm and yelled,
'HIJACK!'
Everyone was frozen to the seat, expecting the worst to happen and
two stewards were about to jump onto this guy to overpower him when
another voice answered from the back of the plane:
'HI JOHN!'
The moral of the story is:
If you have a friend named Jack, for heaven's sake don't ever call
him in the plane.
Otherwise you may land yourself in deep
shit.
Wah. thn next tym just say hello to me lol. hope you all get wad
i mean. lol. i dun wan to be the guy to be blamed for my name.
