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The train was crowded and the U. S. marine was forced to walk its entire length looking for a seat. But the only seat left was occupied by a poodle belonging to a well-dressed, middle-aged French woman.
The weary marine asked, 'ma'am, may I have that seat?'
The French woman sniffed and said to no-one in particular, 'Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using this seat.'
The marine walked the entire train again, but it was quite clear the only seat left was under the dog.
'Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired.'
She snorted, 'not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!'
This time the marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.
The woman shrieked. 'Someone must defend my honour! she cried, this American should be put in his place!'
An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up. 'Sir,' he said, 'you Americans often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing: you hold your forks in the wrong hand; you drive your cars on the wrong side of the road; and now you seem to have thrown the wrong b1tch out the window.'
The weary marine asked, 'ma'am, may I have that seat?'
The French woman sniffed and said to no-one in particular, 'Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using this seat.'
The marine walked the entire train again, but it was quite clear the only seat left was under the dog.
'Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired.'
She snorted, 'not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!'
This time the marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.
The woman shrieked. 'Someone must defend my honour! she cried, this American should be put in his place!'
An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up. 'Sir,' he said, 'you Americans often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing: you hold your forks in the wrong hand; you drive your cars on the wrong side of the road; and now you seem to have thrown the wrong b1tch out the window.'
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