[dagar]

It takes an Italian to make a woman feel like a woman.

On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful and things go from bad to worse when one of the wings is struck by lightning. One women in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails. Then she yells, "Well if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes to be memorable!. Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a woman?"

For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stared, riveted at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is tall, handsome, well built, with dark black hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time..........no one moves........he removes his shirt........muscles ripple across his chest..........she gasps........he whispers: "Here, iron this and then get me something to eat."