This guy sitting in the plane is joined by his seatmate, who begins
immediately to heave gigantic, obviously depressed sighs.
--"What's the problem, are you ill?"
--"No, I'm going to Miami (or L.A.)"
--"So, there's no reason to be sighing like that; we're ALL going to Miami
on this plane."
--"No, no, you don't understand. I just hate to go to Miami; there's so much
tension there: rioting, looting, crime in the streets. I just hate to go to
Miami!!"
--"I have no idea what you're talking about. I live in Miami, I work there,
I love my work, and I have no problem with crime."
--"Well, what do you do?"
--"I'm a tail gunner on a Merita Bread Truck."
