I volunteered recently to perform a parachute jump for charity. On our first day of training, the instructor made an important point about preparing for landing at 300 feet.
“How do you know when you’re at 300 feet?” asked one woman.
“A good question,” replied the instructor. “At 300 feet you can recognize the faces of people on the ground.”
The woman thought about this for a while before saying, “What happens if there’s no one there I know?”
As the manager of our hospital’s softball team, I was responsible for returning equipment to the proper owners at the end of the season.
When I walked into the surgery department carrying a bat that belonged to one of the surgeons, I passed several patients and their families in a waiting area.
“Look, honey,” one man said to his wife. “Here comes your anaesthesiologist.”
Enroute to Hawaii, I noticed one of my passengers in the coach section of the airplane dialling her cell phone. “Excuse me. That can’t be on during the flight,” I reminded her. “Besides, we’re over the ocean, you won’t get a signal out here.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I’m just calling my daughter. She’s sitting up in first class.”