It takes an Italian to make a woman feel like a woman

On a recent trans Atlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing struck by lightning.

One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane.

"I'm too young to die", she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"

For a moment, there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stared, reviled, at the desperate woman in front of the plane.

Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is gorgeous, tall, well built, with dark hair & hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle toward the woman, unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time.

No one moves

He removes his shirt, muscles ripple across his chest.

She grasps.....

He whispers: "Here, iron this, and then get me something to eat."