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-----Original Message----- From: "George, Mike (CA - Calgary)" <migeorge@deloitte.ca<@ENRON [mailto:IMCEANOTES-+22George+2C+20Mike+20+28CA+20-+20Calgary+29+22+20+3Cmigeorge+40deloitte+2Eca+3E+40ENRON@ENRON.com] Sent: Wednesday, June 27, 2001 8:44 AM To: 'Lisa Player'; 'Ry-Ry'; Dorland, Dan; 'Utah'; Dorland, Chris Subject: FW: Please read the email!!!!! -----Original Message----- From: Jeff Schoenhals [mailto:jeffschoenhals@hotmail.com] Sent: Tuesday, June 26, 2001 8:30 AM To: coclements@deloitte.ca; migeorge@deloitte.ca; John_Gorst@cpr.ca; jkflynn30@hotmail.com; hysuick1@hotmail.com; CBryksa@sem.gov.sk.ca Subject: Fwd: Please read the email!!!!! <From: "Bk woldu" <To: acquahj@yahoo.com, claturnus@hotmail.com, iketown@hotmail.com, stue35@hotmail.com, jeffschoenhals@hotmail.com, jkwessel@hotmail.com, jshaw10@hotmail.com, KaraCrosbie@hotmail.com, laturnus66@hotmail.com, michaelleason@hotmail.com, mikedashney@hotmail.com, Ryan.Gartner@cgi.ca, saba6969@hotmail.com <Subject: Please read the email!!!!! <Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 03:57:05 -0000 < < < < <<From: "Larisa1" <<To: "bereket woldu" <<Subject: Fw: Forwarded mail.... <<Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 21:29:22 -0500 << << <<----- Original Message ----- <<From: Apollo 1 <<To: michael bell ; Mark Carlson ; David R. Hawkins ; Chad Riemens ; <<don jerricke ; larisa1@sk.sympatico.ca <<Sent: Saturday, June 23, 2001 10:57 AM <<Subject: Fw: Forwarded mail.... << << << <<----- Original Message ----- <<From: Bill Beaudry <<To: clayton ; james,ryan frazer ; kerrie_norton@hotmail.com ; <<laurel.negrych@dres.dnd.ca ; appollo1@sk.sympatico.ca ; joseph <<alejandria ; joel harding <<Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2001 5:18 PM <<Subject: Forwarded mail.... << << << << << <<A Vegas Story << <<For anyone who didn't see David Letterman's take on this: <<(And it's a true story...) << <<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 <<dove to 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 actually hit the floor, ma'am." << <<He spoke genially. 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 <<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 << <<PS - This was too funny not to send to you. Pass this <<around so others can enjoy. << << << << <<-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<Get more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : <<http://explorer.msn.com << << < Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com .
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