A Blonde, a Blonde
A blond was sitting in first class on a non-stop flight from Los Angeles
to New York. The stewardess came up and asked her if she had a ticket for
first-class and the blond replied, "No, I don't." The stewardess then told
her that, since she didn't have a ticket for first-class, she would have to
move into the coach section farther back. The blond got very offended and
told the stewardess, "I am blond, I am beautiful, and I am going to New
York to get a top-notch modeling job. I'll sit where I damn well please."
The stewardess was not sure how to handle this, so she went to the front of
the plane and explained the situation to the co-pilot. The co-pilot went
back and told the blond that she would have to move. The blond replied, "I
am blond, I am beautiful, and I am going to New York to get a top-notch
modeling job. I'll sit where I damn well please."
The co-pilot was at a loss, so he went forward and explained the problem to
the pilot. The pilot asked, "She's blond?" The co-pilot answered that yes,
she was. The pilot then said, "Well, my wife's blond. Maybe I can reason
with the lady." He went back to where the blond was seated, leaned over
and whispered something in her ear. The blond said, "Oh, really?" then got up
and moved back into the coach section of the airplane.
Well, the stewardess and the co-pilot were stunned. So they asked the
pilot how in the world had he gotten the blond passenger to move without a
word of argument. The pilot answered, "Simple. I just told her that first class
wasn't going to New York."