Ryan Armstrong on Mon, 26 Jan 1998 14:17:20 +0200


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Does this ring a bell?

-----Original Message-----
From:	Ashleigh Prentice
Sent:	Monday, January 26, 1998 1:31 PM
To:	Amy Keil; Bahieja Gabier; Andrew Stark; Brandon Sandiford; Deborah 
Hassolanidis; Heather Griffin; Lesley de Meillon; Lesley Parker; 
Marina Jaconi; Marcia Vilakazi; Millecent Rhind; Nikki Phillips; 
Rochelle Human; Samantha Robins; Stuart Cohen
Subject:	FW: For all the e-mail freaks





> >>> An ambitious yuppie finally decided to take a vacation.
> >>> He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have 
the
> time
> >>> of his life at least for a while.
> >>> A hurricane came unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost
> >>> instantly. The man found himself swept up on the shore of an
> island
> >>> with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and
> >>> coconuts.Used to
> >>> four-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do. So for the 
next
> >>> four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice, longed for his
> old
> >>> life, and fixed his gaze on the sea, hoping to spot a rescue 
ship.
> >>> One day, as he was lying on the beach, he spotted movement out 
of
> the
> >>> corner of his eye. It was a rowboat, and in it was the most
> gorgeous
> >>> woman he had ever seen. She rowed up to him.
> >>>
> >>> In disbelief, he asked her: "Where did you come from? How did 
you
> get
> >>> here?"
> >>> "I rowed from the other side of the island," she said. "I 
landed
> here
> >>> when my cruise ship sank."
> >>> "Amazing," he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. 
How
> many
> >>> of you are there? You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash 
up
> with
> >>> you."
> >>>
> >>> "It's only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up; 
nothing
> >>> did."
> >>> He was confused, "Then how did you get the rowboat?"
> >>> "Oh, simple," replied the woman. "I made it out of raw material
> that I
> >>> found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum-tree
> branches, I
> >>> wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern 
came
> from
> >>> a eucalyptus tree."
> >>>
> >>> "But, but, that's impossible," stuttered the man. "You had no
> tools or
> >>> hardware-how did you manage?"
> >>>
> >>> "Oh, that was no problem," the woman said. "On the south side 
of
> the
> >>> island, there is a very unusual strata of exposed alluvial rock. 
I
> >>> found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, 
it
> >>> melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for tools, and
> used
> >>> the tools to make the hardware. But enough of that. Where do 
you
> >>> live?"
> >>>
> >>> Sheepishly, the man confessed that he had been sleeping on the
> beach
> >>> the whole time.
> >>>
> >>> "Well, let's row over to my place, then," she said. After a few
> >>> minutes of rowing, she docked the boat at a small wharf. As the
> man
> >>> looked onto shore, he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him 
was
> a
> >>> stone walk
> >>> leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
> >>>
> >>> While the woman tied up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp
> rope,
> >>> the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
> >>>
> >>> As they walked into the house, she said casually, "It's not 
much,
> but
> >>> I call it home. Sit down, please; would you like to have a 
drink?"
> >>>
> >>> "No, no, thank you," he said, still dazed. "I can't take any 
more
> >>> coconut juice."
> >>>
> >>> "It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a still. 
How
> >>> about a pina colada?"
> >>>
> >>> Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted, and 
they
> sat
> >>> down on her couch to talk.
> >>>
> >>> After they had exchanged their stories, the woman announced, 
"I'm
> >>> going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like 
to
> take
> >>> a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the cabinet in
> the
> >>> bathroom."
> >>>
> >>> No longer questioning anything, the man went into the bathroom.
> There
> >>> in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells
> honed
> >>> to a hollow-ground edge were fastened to its tip, inside a 
swivel
> >>> mechanism.
> >>>
> >>> "This woman is amazing," he mused. "What next?"
> >>> When he returned, the woman greeted him wearing nothing but 
vines
> -
> >>> strategically positioned-and smelling faintly of gardenias. She
> >>> beckoned for him to sit down next to her.
> >>>
> >>> "Tell me," she began suggestively, slithering closer to him,
> "We've
> >>> been out here for a very long time. You've been lonely. There's
> >>> something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, 
something
> >>> you've been longing
> >>> for all these months? You know. ..."
> >>>
> >>> She stared into his eyes.
> >>> He couldn't believe what he was hearing:
> >>> 'You mean...," he replied, "I can check my e-mail from here?"
> >>>  --
> >>>
> >>>
>
>

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