Rio Dulce Chisme Vindicator

[Rule Britannia]

A blonde boarded a plane at Heathrow, bound for New York. She took a seat in Business Class. However, her ticket was for Economy Class, and a steward quickly came to ask her to move to the correct cabin.

"I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to New York and I'm not moving!" came the reply, and nothing the steward could say could persuade the recalcitrant passenger to comply with his request. Eventually, he fetched his line manager, the purser. She tried reasoning with the difficult passenger. The blonde's reply was unchanged: "I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to New York and I'm not moving!"

In despair, the purser reported the problem to the Captain. Hearing the tale, the First Officer offered his assistance: "Let me try - my wife's blonde and I know how to deal with this". The Captain agreed, and the First Officer went into Business Class and whispered in the blonde's ear. She immediately got up, collected her belongings and headed for her rightful seat in Economy, muttering under her breath "why didn't somebody say so earlier..."

"That's amazing!" said the Purser to the First Officer. "What on earth did you say to her?"

"It was easy," said the First Officer. "I told her that only the Economy Class cabin is going to New York!"

[Sue]

Hey, I'm blond and thought that was sooooooooooo funny.