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Jokes I Like to Tell
One time a private plane was making its way across Lake Superior, on its way to an international conference of scientists that was meeting in Chicago. Up front was the pilot, and in the back were three very distinguished scientists and, as it happened, also rivals.
Each of them had been rumored in the past to have been in contention for the Nobel Prize, although that honor had not come to any of them just yet. Two of them were friendly rivals, but the third was a conceited little man, and, just between us, kind of insufferable.
As it happened, the two friendly ones were sitting in the back of the plane visiting, and the third scientist was sitting just behind the cockpit, right next to the door of the airplane.
Suddenly the pilot appeared in the doorway of the cockpit, his face an ashen white. He said, “I am afraid I have some terrible news. One of our fuel tanks has apparently sprung a leak, and is now empty. I have run the calculations three times, and with our present load we don’t have enough fuel to reach the nearest airport. If we don’t lighten our load somehow, I don’t believe we will make it.”
One of the men in the back said, “Are you looking for someone to jump out with a parachute . . .”
“That’s the terrible thing,” the pilot said, still ashen white. “The weight of one passenger would do it, but there must have been a horrible mix-up. I just checked the lockers and the parachutes seem to be missing . . .”
The conceited scientist jumped to his feet. “A likely story!” he shouted. “There’s one right here,” and he snatched it from the locker on the backside of the cockpit. With that, as he was putting it on, he wheeled on his two colleagues in the back of the plane. “As you two should certainly know by now, the world can ill afford to lose my genius, and it would be selfish of me to let that happen. As sorry as I am for all of you, I am the smartest man in the world. That is an objective fact, and it is a reality that cannot be sacrificed.”
And with those high-flown words, he wrenched open the door of the airplane and jumped out. Everyone was frozen in place for a moment, until the pilot leaned forward and with a brief struggle closed the door.
“But we still have to figure out what to do, don’t we?” This was the scientist who had not yet spoken.
“I don’t think so,” the other one said. “The smartest man in the world just jumped out of an airplane with my backpack.”
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Oh, I heard that joke with a hippie, a priest, and the smartest man in the world, only it’s a bit different: A hippie, a priest, and the smartest man in the world were riding on a plane. Suddenly, the pilot told them that the plane was going down, and there were only three parachutes for the four of them. He promptly grabbed a parachute, put it on, and jumped out. The smartest man in the world said, “The world needs my genius!” and grabbed a parachute and jumped out. The priest said to the hippie, “Go on, my son;… Read more »
I heard that version, too, except that the “hippie” was a young Boy Scout.