Lawyer and the stockbrokers
ghoul_69
Published
05/06/2008
A lawyer and his two stockbroker buddies took a month off to sail across the Atlantic. Midway across they hit a hurricane and the yacht sank, leaving barely enough time for all three to radio for help and scramble into a rubber life raft.
The raft was riding very low in the water and being circled relentlessly by six or seven sharks when a Coast Guard launched a small rescue boat. A giant wave came along and swamped the survivor's raft. In an instant the sharks mauled the stockbrokers into little more than hamburger, but then broke apart to form a pathway and escort the survivor safely into the hands of the Coast Guard.
"Damn!" gasped one of the astonished sailors. "That was a miracle!"
"Nah," explained the lawyer modestly, wringing the seawater out of his shirt. "Just professional courtesy."
The raft was riding very low in the water and being circled relentlessly by six or seven sharks when a Coast Guard launched a small rescue boat. A giant wave came along and swamped the survivor's raft. In an instant the sharks mauled the stockbrokers into little more than hamburger, but then broke apart to form a pathway and escort the survivor safely into the hands of the Coast Guard.
"Damn!" gasped one of the astonished sailors. "That was a miracle!"
"Nah," explained the lawyer modestly, wringing the seawater out of his shirt. "Just professional courtesy."
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