This is a GREAT true story....
      For anyone who didn't see David Letterman's
      take on  this:(And it's a true story...)

      On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman
      won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine.
      She took a break from the slots for dinner
      with her husband in the hotel dining room.
      But first she wanted to stash the quarters
      in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll
      go to eat,"she told her husband and carried
      the coin-laden bucket to the elevator. As
      she was about to walk into the elevator
      she noticed two men already aboard. Both
      were black. One of them was big...very big...
      an intimidating figure. The woman froze. Her
      first thought was: These two are going to rob
      me. Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot,
      they look like perfectly nice gentlemen.
      But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear
      immobilized her. She stood and stared at
      the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and
      ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind -
      but God, they had to know what she was
      thinking!!!  Her hesitation about joining
      in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her
      face was flushed. She couldn't just stand
      there, so with a mighty effort of will she
      picked up one foot and stepped forward and
      followed with the other foot and was on
      the elevator. Avoiding eye contact, she
      turned around stiffly and faced the elevator
      doors as they closed. A second passed, and
      then another second, and then another.  Her
      fear increased! The elevator didn't move.
      Panic consumed her. My God, she thought,
      I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart
      plummeted.  Perspiration~poured from every pore.

      Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor."
      Instinct told her to do what they told her.
      The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she
      threw out her arms and collapsed on the
      elevator floor. A shower of coins rained
      down on her. Take my money and spare me,
      she prayed. More seconds passed. She heard
      one of the men say politely,"Ma'am, if you'll
      just tell us what floor you're going to,
      we'll push the button." The one who said
      it had a little trouble getting the words
      out.  He was trying mightily to hold in a
      belly laugh.

      The woman lifted her head and looked up at
      the two men. They reached down to help her
      up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.

      "When I told my friend here to hit the floor,"
      said the average sized one, "I meant that
      he should hit the elevator button for our
      floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor,
      ma'am." genially. He bit his lip. It was
      obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.
      The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle
      I've made of myself. She was too humiliated
      to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology,
      but words failed her. How do you apologize
      to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for
      behaving as though they were going to rob
      you? She didn't know what to say.

      The three of them gathered up the strewn
      quarters and refilled her bucket. When the
      elevator arrived at her floor they  insisted
      on walking her to her room. She seemed a
      little unsteady on her feet, and they were
      afraid she might not make it down the corridor.
      At her door they bid her a good evening. As
      she slipped into her room she could hear
      them roaring with laughter as they walked
      back to the elevator.

      The woman brushed herself off. She pulled
      herself together and went downstairs for
      dinner with her husband.

      The next morning flowers were delivered to
      her room - a dozen roses. Attached to EACH
      rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill.The
      card said: "Thanks for the best laugh we've
      had in years."

      It was signed;

      Eddie Murphy

      Michael Jordan