The Wrong Bitch

The train was very crowded, so the soldier walked the length of the train,
looking for an empty seat. The only unoccupied seat was directly adjacent to
a well-dressed middle-aged French lady and was being used by her little dog.
The war weary soldier asked, “Please, ma’am, may I sit in that seat?” The
French woman looked down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and said, “You
Americans. You are such a rude class of people. Can’t you see my Little Fifi
is using that seat?”

The soldier walked away, determined to find a place to rest, but after
another trip down to the end of the train, found himself again facing the
woman with the dog. Again he asked, “Please, lady. May I sit there? I’m very
tired.” The French woman wrinkled her nose and snorted, “You Americans! Not
only are you rude, you are also arrogant. Imagine! The soldier didn’t say
anything else; he leaned over, picked up the little dog, tossed it out the
window of the train and sat down in the empty seat.

The woman shrieked and railed, and demanded that someone defend her and
chastise the soldier. An English gentleman sitting across the aisle spoke
up, “You know, sir, you Americans do seem to have a penchant for doing the
wrong thing. You eat holding the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your
autos on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you’ve thrown the wrong
bitch out the window.”

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