Side Trip

It seems Ole had at last scraped up enough money to fly back to Norway to visit his relatives. He was excited and happy and when he boarded the airplane he took the first seat he came to, in first class. Very shortly another passenger came up to him and said, "Sir, you'll have to move. That's my seat. I have the ticket for it."

"You don't understand," Ole answered. "I'm going back to Norway for the first time and I'm so excited and I need this front seat."

No amount of talking could get Ole to move, so the passenger summoned the stewardness who said, "Sir, that is this gentleman's seat and you'll have to move."

"You don't understand," Ole said again. "I'm going back to Norvay for da first time and I need dis seat so I can get off da airplane quickly to see my relatives."

The stewardess tried and tried, but couldn't get Ole to move. She finally called the captain, but he couldn't do any good either until he finally leaned down and whispered something in Ole's ear.

Ole then said, "Oh. All Right." And he quickly moved to his assigned seat in the rear of the airplane.

"What did you tell him?" the amazed stewardess and other passenger asked. "We couldn't budge him."

"Oh," the captain replied. "I just told him this seat didn't go to Norway."