A plane had five people in it: the president, a lawyer, a beautiful blonde wokan, a teenage boy, and a priest.
Suddenly, the pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom, delivering a grave announcement:
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid we have a major problem. The plane is going to crash and there are only four parachutes on board – one of you will have to jump without one.”
The passengers exchanged looks of sheer panic, the reality of their dire situation sinking in.
The President was the first to speak up, his voice dripping with entitlement:
“Well, this is an outrage! I am the President of the United States – I simply cannot perish in a fiery plane crash. I must have one of those parachutes!”
Without hesitation, the President leapt from the plane, parachute in tow, leaving the remaining four to their fates.
Next, the blonde woman stood up, flashing a beautiful smile.
“Oh my, this is just dreadful,” she lamented in a dramatic tone. “But surely someone as lovely as me deserves to survive, don’t you think?”
She rapidly snatched up another parachute and jumping out the door.
Next, the lawyer adjusted his tie nervously.
“Well, I simply must say, this is a most unpleasant predicament. As a man of the law, my expertise is invaluable to society. I believe I have the most rightful claim to one of those remaining parachutes.”
And before anyone could do anything, the lawyer quickly grabbed the third pack and leaped from the plane.
This left only the teenage boy and the priest.
The priest turned to the boy with a serene expression.
“My child, you have your whole life ahead of you. It is only right that you take the last parachute and save yourself. It’s my time to go and be with God.”
But the boy turned to the priest and responded:
“Never mind that, Father, there are still two parachutes left. The blonde woman jumped out of the plane wearing my backpack.”
