On a transatlantic flight a plane passes through a severe storm.
The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
One woman loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. “I’m too young to die” she wails.
Then she yells, “Well, if I’m going to die, I want my last minutes on Earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on the plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?”
The passengers stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in front of the plane.
Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome, tall, well-built, with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his body. The woman gasps. He throws his shirt at her and says,
“Here, iron this, and get me something to eat.”