My Luck

A blonde boards a plane to New York, and when the flight attendant asks for her ticket, she says, “Sorry, miss, but your ticket is for economy, not first class. Could you please return to your seat?”

The blonde, looking confident, replies, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, and I’m going to New York.”

The attendant, trying again, says, “That’s great, but you’ll still need to sit in economy.”

But the blonde just repeats, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, and I’m going to New York.”

The conversation goes back and forth until the attendant, frustrated, goes to the captain to explain the situation.

The captain walks over to the blonde, whispers something in her ear, and immediately, the blonde gets up and walks to her seat in economy.

The attendant, curious, asks the captain how he managed to convince her.

The captain smiles and says, “I told her that this part of the plane wasn’t going to New York.”