On a recent trans-Pacific flight, a plane passes through a severe storm.
The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing
is struck by lightning. One woman in particular loses it.
Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails.
Then she yells, "well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be
memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril.
They all stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then an Aussie bloke stands up in the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous:
tall, well built, with sun-bleached blond hair and blue eyes. He starts to walk slowly
up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt
One button at a time.
No one moves.
Everyone is transfixed.
He removes his shirt.
Muscles ripple across his chest.
Here ya go luv - iron this and then go get me a beer...."