This guy loved living in Staten Island, but he didn’t like the ferry. If he missed a ferry late at night, he had to spend the next hour or so wandering the deserted streets of lower Manhattan.
So, when he spotted a ferry no more than fifteen feet from the dock, he decided he wouldn’t subject himself to an hour’s wait.
He made a running leap and landed on his hands and knees, a little bruised, but safe on deck.
He got up, brushed himself off, and announced proudly to a bystander, “Well, I made that one, didn’t I?”
“Sure did, “the bystander said. “But you should have waited a minute or two. The ferry is just about to dock. “
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