Two men on a cross country flight start a conversation at 35,000 feet. One says to the other, “Hi, I’m from Wisconsin, where are you from?”
“Miami,” says the other.
“Oh boy, Miami. Terrible crime problem down there, huh?”
“No, not so bad anymore,” answered the Floridian. “They’ve done a pretty good job of cleaning things up. Tourists aren’t so much at risk anymore since they did away with the license plates that signify a rental car, and all the routes to the beach are clearly marked to keep tourists from inadvertently driving into a bad neighborhood. That’s really made a difference.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” said the man from the dairy state. “It’s pretty cold in Wisconsin this time of year and I was thinking about taking the family someplace warm for a couple of weeks. So you think I’d be OK taking them to Miami?”
“Oh, sure.” replied the man from Miami. “I wouldn’t worry. It’s so much better than it used to be. And the beach is beautiful. You’ll have a wonderful time.”
The Wisconsin traveler smiled broadly and said, “Well, I’m so glad I met you and we had this conversation. I’d always wanted to see Miami beach and you’ve given me the confidence I needed to make the trip.” After a pause he continued, “By the way, what do you do for a living in Miami?”
“I’m a tail gunner on a bread truck.”