Are Jamaicans Really Like That?

On an Air Jamaica flight from New York to Jamaica, the aircraft passes through a severe storm over the Bahamas. The turbulence is awful,and things go from bad to worse until suddenly in the height of the storm one wing of the plane is struck by lightning. A Yankee woman seated near the front is so scared that she loses it completely. Screaming hysterically, she stands up in the aisle yelling a the top of her lungs: "I'm too young to die! I'm too young to die!!!". Then she adds,
"Well, if I'm going to die, I at least want my last minutes on Earth to be memorable! I've had plenty of sex in my lifetime, but no one has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well I've had it! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN at least ONCE before I die??" For a moment there is stunned silence in the cabin. Everyone has forgotten their own peril, and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate Yankee woman in the front of the plane. Then, a Jamaican stands up in the rear of the plane. "I could make you feel like a woman," he says in a deep, melodious voice. He's handsome, tall, well-built, looking good like only a Jamaican could. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. No one moves. The air is electric in the cabin as he approaches the woman, who is now flushed and breathing heavily in anticipation. He removes is shirt. Bulging muscles ripple across his chest, belly and arms as he extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers: "Iron dis fe me, nuh?"


for non jamaicans that means to press the shirt ie: get out wrinkles