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 s.hit.
