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Good Times Gazette

Vol. 5 Ed. 8
(Part 1)
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(Part 1)
A Word From Me
From The Cootiegrax Files
Things To Ponder

(Part 2)
Birthdays
Kat's Kraziness
Stuff You Should Know

(Part 3)
Seen in BLCH1
BLCH Hosting Schedule
Credits


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A Word From Me

Hiya Everyone!

With regard to recent e-mails and spam (which I get as much of as anyone!): This is just a reminder to everyone that if you want to be taken OFF the mailing list, please e-mail dragonzfyr@aol.com and put "unsubscribe" in the subject line. Please understand that everyone on the Gazette's mailing list has requested to be included at some time. But the editor cannot read everyone's mind, and has no desire to stuff members mailboxes with a 3-part mailing if they no longer wish to be.

Okay... enuff of my rambling... On with the show!

Todd ;)~

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A Life's Real Lesson

An amusing story and a lesson for all ... Having her hair done at a West Hempstead, N.Y., beauty parlor, a woman told a cautionary tale about racial prejudice. The story deserves a wider audience.

On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, the woman related, she 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. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband and she carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.

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, even if one of them is awfully black. 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 burned. 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.

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. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on 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 a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a belly 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 one of the men (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 respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were robbing you? She didn't know. 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 laughing 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
Michael Jordan

True Story!!!

That's it for CootieGrax.......elevator behavior!

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:::shakin' the Etch-A-Sketch:::
on to Part Two! :)