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    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
    he 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 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 very tall
    and had 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

    But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her.

    She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious,
    flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but Gosh,
    they had to know what she was thinking !!! Her hesitation about joining them
    in the elevator was all too obvious now. 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 he elevator.

    Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced
    the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and the
    another second, and then another. Her fear increased!

    The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her.

    'My Gosh' 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 to do what they told her. The bucket of
    quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the
    elevator floor.

    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.

    The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two. They
    reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet. "When I
    told my friend 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.

    The woman thought: 'My Gosh, what a spectacle I've made of

    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 going to rob you? She didn't know what to say. The
    three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and her bucket.

    When the elevator arrived at her floor they then 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 as 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.

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