April 27, 2013 Leave a comment
A man travelling on a train was getting ready to de-board at Victoria.
The hurly-burly ticket-collector saw him near the door and said:
‘This train doesn’t stop at Victoria, Sir, it’s an express.”
‘Oh, my, I NEED to get off at Victoria!’
‘Sorry, Sir. There’s no stop at Victoria.
‘There must be something you can do.’
‘Well there is one thing …’
‘What? Anything! I need to get off!”
‘Well, I’ll get the driver to slow down and I’ll dangle you out the door and lower you onto the platform.’
‘Will that work?’
‘It’s worth a try, if you’re up to it.’
The train approached the platform at 50 mph. The ticket-collector held the man in mid-air out the door. The man started running! The man was running in mid-air.
‘Run faster! Run faster!’ cried the ticket-collector as he lowered the man down.
The man’s feet touched the platform! Smoke flew of his shoes and his heel came off. The man was running for his life!
The ticket-collector finally let go. The man was running at 30 mph!
He had made it! He began to slow down. He was still running at 20 mph alongside the train as the other passengers watched in amazement and burst into applause.
As the last carriage passed by, he heard a voice say, ‘You’re lucky I was around here! Don’t you know this train doesn’t stop at Victoria!’ as a hand grabbed the man by the shirt collar and hoisted him back onto the train.
…There’s Always A Helping Hand To Lift You Up.