Melinda and all-knowing boyfriend Dudley were going wilderness hiking. Enamored Melinda recited picky Dud’s myriad safety tips: “Finally--never fly on a helicopter.”
The woods seemed lovely--until a galloping brush fire trapped them on a steep hilltop. A helicopter miraculously appeared. Hysterical Dudley lunged for the lowered sling chair, signaling immediate hoist.
Next day. Icy, calm, quiet Melinda watched at the hospital door as medics stretchered in copter crash survivors, including Dudley:
“Babe, how did you make it? Lucky for you I took your place on the copter.”
“The wind shifted. Lucky for me. In more ways than one.”
The woods seemed lovely--until a galloping brush fire trapped them on a steep hilltop. A helicopter miraculously appeared. Hysterical Dudley lunged for the lowered sling chair, signaling immediate hoist.
Next day. Icy, calm, quiet Melinda watched at the hospital door as medics stretchered in copter crash survivors, including Dudley:
“Babe, how did you make it? Lucky for you I took your place on the copter.”
“The wind shifted. Lucky for me. In more ways than one.”
