A guy was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the
seat beside him. The new guy was a wreck, pale, hands shaking,
biting his nails and moaning in fear.

"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" said the first guy.

"I've been transferred to Los Angeles, California," he answered
nervously. "They've got race riots, drugs, the highest crime
rate in the country..."

"Hold on," said the first. "I've been in L.A all my life, and
it's not bad as the media says. Find a nice home, go to work,
mind your own business, enroll your kids in a good school and
it's as safe as anywhere in the world."

The second guy stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh, thank
God. I was worried to death! But if you live there and say it's
ok, I'll take your word for it. By the way, what do you do for a
living?"

"Me?" said the first, "I'm a door gunner on a bread truck."

BA-DA-Boom