One evening two men were sitting in a bar on the top floor of the World
Trade Center. Both men had been drinking for
the better part of the day. "You know", said the first man, "I heard
that if a man were to jump of off this building, the wind at this height
is so strong
that he wouldn't hit the ground. Instead, he would be blown right back
up here!" "That's a lie", exclaimed the second man. "I don't (hic) believe
that for a second."
With that, the first man staggered to a nearby window, opened it, and
stepped out. As his drinking buddy watched with glazed eyes, the man
plummetted toward the pavement. And then, incredibly, he stopped falling
and began rocketing upward toward the window. Within seconds he
was standing within the bar beside his friend.
The second man gupled down the rest of his drink and headed for the
window. He stepped out into the air and fell toward the streets hundreds
of feet below. He struck the pavement in a matter of seconds.
Back up in the bar, the first man doubled over with laughter as he
walked back to his barstool and ordered another drink.
Then the bartender walked up to him and said, "You know, Superman, you
sure are mean when you drink.