Woman in peril
On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane flies 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 big time. Screaming, she jumps up: "I'm too young to die!" She wails.
Then she wails, "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 Italian man stands up. He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt ...one button at a time.
No one moves.
He removes his shirt.
Muscles ripple across his chest.
He whispers ... "Iron this, and get me something to eat ..."