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A sensitive and rather withdrawn man had the bad luck
to be seated next to a six-foot Texan with wide shoulders
and a roaring voice that indicated a vile temper.
After the flight had been in the air for an hour, the Texan dozed off.
The sensitive soul, a charter member of the white-knuckle club,
up-chucked his lunch right onto the Texan's shirt.
Grabbing half a box of Kleenex, the sensitive man started to clean up the mess.
This woke the Texan, who asked, "What in the world is going on here?"
The sensitive man said, as he wiped,
"There, there, you'll feel better in a minute!"
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