This one came down one of my servics today. I don't know if it is true or not but enjoy [THE A.C.'ERS on the board can confirm or deny]:

> > >> > > > > TRUE STORY IN ATLANTIC CITY NJ (WAS IN THE PAPER)
> > > > > > > >On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman
> > > > > > > >won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine.
> > > > > > > >She took a break from the slots for dinner with
> > > > > > > >her husband in the hotel dining room. But first
> > > > > > > >she wanted to stash the quarters in her room.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >As she was about to walk into the elevator she
> > > > > > > >noticed two men already aboard. Both were black.
> > > > > > > >One of them was big... very big... an intimidating
> > > > > > > >figure. The woman froze. Her first thought was:
> > > > > > > >These two are going to rob me. Her next thought
> > > > > > > >was: Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly
> > > > > > > >nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful,
> > > > > > > >and fear immobilized her.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >She stood and stared at the two men. She felt
> > > > > > > >anxious, flustered, ashamed. She hoped they
> > > > > > > >didn't read her mind, but knew they surely did;
> > > > > > > >her hesitation about joining them on the elevator
> > > > > > > >was all too obvious. Her face was flushed. She
> > > > > > > >couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty
> > > > > > > >effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped
> > > > > > > >forward and followed with the other foot and
> > > > > > > >was on the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she
> > > > > > > >turned around stiffly and faced the elevator
> > > > > > > >doors as they closed.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >A second passed, and then another second, and
> > > > > > > >then another. Her fear increased!
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her.
> > > > > > > >My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to
> > > > > > > >be robbed! Her heart plummeted. Perspiration
> > > > > > > >poured from every pore. Then.... one of the
> > > > > > > >men said, "Hit the floor," Instinct told her:
> > > > > > > >"Do what they tell you." She hit the floor and the bucket of
> > > > > > > >quarters flew upwards and then as she hit
> > > > > > > >the elevator carpet. A shower of
> > > > > > > >coins rained down on her. Take my money and
> > > > > > > >spare me, she prayed.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >More seconds passed. She heard one of the men
> > > > > > > >say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us
> > > > > > > >what floor you're going to, we'll push the
> > > > > > > >button," The one who said it had some trouble
> > > > > > > >getting the words out as he was trying hard
> > > > > > > >not to laugh.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >She lifted her head and looked up at the two
> > > > > > > >men. They reached down to help her up. Confused,
> > > > > > > >she struggled to her feet. "When I told my man
> > > > > > > >here to hit the floor," said the average sized
> > > > > > > >one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator
> > > > > > > >button for our floor. I didn't mean for you to
> > > > > > > >hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit
> > > > > > > >his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time
> > > > > > > >not laughing.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >She thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made
> > > > > > > >of myself. She was too humiliated to speak. She
> > > > > > > >wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed
> > > > > > > >her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respect-
> > > > > > > >able gentlemen for behaving as though they were
> > > > > > > >going to rob you? She didn't know what to say.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >The 3 of them gathered up the strewn quarters and
> > > > > > > >refilled her bucket. When the elevator arrived at
> > > > > > > >her floor they insisted on walking her to her room.
> > > > > > > >She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they
> > > > > > > >were afraid she might not make it down the corridor.
> > > > > > > >At her door they bid her a good evening.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >As she slipped into her room she could hear them
> > > > > > > >roaring with laughter while they walked back to
> > > > > > > >the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She
> > > > > > > >pulled herself together and went downstairs for
> > > > > > > >dinner with her husband. The next morning flowers
> > > > > > > >were delivered to her room, a dozen roses.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred
> > > > > > > >dollar bill. The card said: "Thanks for the best
> > > > > > > >laugh we've had in years." It was signed, Eddie
> > > > > > > >Murphy and Michael Jordan.