Making The Ferry

John Smith lived in Staten Island, New York and worked in Manhattan.

He had to take the ferry home every night.

One evening, he got down to the ferry and found there was a wait for the next boat, so John decided to stop at a nearby tavern.

Before long he was feeling no pain.

When he got back to the ferry slip, the ferry was just eight feet from the dock.

Smith, afraid of missing this one and being late for dinner, took a running leap and landed right on the deck of the boat.

"How did you like that jump, buddy?" said a proud John to a deck hand.

"It was great," said the sailor. "But why didn't you wait? We were just pulling in!"

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Author: The Idiot Jul 12, 2007
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