A husband and wife came across a daredevil offering joyrides in his airplane.
The husband enquired about the cost:
“Say there, mister, what would it cost for a joyride?”
The pilot gave him a once-over before answering:
“For a three-minute spin up in the wild blue yonder, the price is $10.”
John’s eyes widened.
“Ten dollars? Why, that’s highway robbery!”
The pilot could sense John’s desire to have a ride, so he offered him a bet.
“Tell you what, my good man, if you and your wife don’t say a word for the whole three-minute flight, I’ll take you up for free. But if even so much as a peep comes out, you’ll owe me a crisp $10 bill.”
The husband looked to his wife, who gave a resolute nod. They were no strangers to challenges.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, flyboy,” the husband agreed, shaking the pilot’s hand.
As the pilot came in to land the plane at the end of the three-minute thrill ride, the daredevil called back to John in the back seat:
“Well, I’ll be. I gotta hand it to you folks – you’re a couple of brave, steely-eyed mavericks to have kept your traps shut the whole time. Most people would’ve been hollering for their lives on a ride like that!”
The husband replied:
“Shoot, maybe I am brave … but I’ll admit, I almost screamed when my wife fell out.”
