Seasick
Published May 18, 2003
It was a rough ocean crossing and Mr. Jones was suffering the tortures of he damned. During one of the more unsettled periods, he was leaning over the rail, retching miserably, when a kindly steward patted him on the shoulder.
"I know sir," said the steward, "that it seems awful. But remember, no man ever died of seasickness."
Mr. Jones lifted his green countenance to the steward's concerned face and said, "For heaven's sake, man, don't say that. It's only the wonderful hope of dying that's keeping me alive."
Originally published May 19, 2003.
