A Blonde

A blonde was sitting in first class on a non-stop flight from Los Angeles to New York. The stewardess came up and asked her if she had a ticket for first-class and the blonde replied, "No, I don't." The stewardess then told her that, since she didn't have a ticket for first-class, she would have to move into the coach section farther back. The blonde got very offended and told the stewardess, "I am blonde, I am beautiful, and I am going to New York to get a top-notch modeling job. I'll sit where I damn well please."

The stewardess was not sure how to handle this, so she went to the front of the plane and explained the situation to the co-pilot. The co-pilot went back and told the blonde that she would have to move. The blonde replied, "I am blonde, I am beautiful, and I am going to New York to get a top-notch modeling job. I'll sit where I damn well please."

The co-pilot was at a loss, so he went forward and explained the problem to the pilot. The pilot asked, "She's blonde?" The co-pilot answered that yes, she was. The pilot then said, "Well, my wife's blonde. Maybe I can reason with the lady." He went back to where the blonde was seated, leaned over and whispered something in her ear. The blonde said, "Oh, really?" then got up and moved back into the coach section of the airplane.

Well, the stewardess and the co-pilot were stunned. So they asked the pilot how in the world had he gotten the blonde passenger to move without a word of argument. The pilot answered, "Simple. I just told her that first class wasn't going to New York."