He loved living in Staten Island, but he wasn't crazy about the
ferry. Miss a ferry late at night, and you have 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 maybe, 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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