Black Robbers...A true story told on the David Letterman show

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 the 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 tall...very tall...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 gentlemen.' 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 the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she turned
around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second
passed, and then another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The
elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. 'My God,' 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 men.

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 gently. He bit his lip. It was
obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.

The woman thought: 'My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself.' 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 refilled 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