The Wrong B

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> > The train was quite crowded, and a U. S. Marine walked the entire length
> > looking for a seat. There seemed to be one next to a well-dressed,
> > middle-aged, French woman, but when he got there, he saw it was taken
> > by the woman's poodle. The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may
> > I have that seat?"
> >
> > The French woman sniffed and said to no one in
> > particular, "Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using
> > that seat. The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only
> > seat available was under that dog.
> >
> > "Please, ma'am. May I sitdown? I'm very tired." She snorted, "Not only
> > are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!" This time the Marine
> > didn't say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the
train
> > window, and sat down. The woman shrieked, "Someone must defend my
> > honor! Put this American in his place!"
> >
> > An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up. "Sir, you Americans
> > seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork
> > in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road.
> > And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong b---- out the window."