Oh, That Poor, Sweet Baaaaaaaby

This was a story circulating in our area for a while. The CEO of a large regional company often visited the satellite office using one of the two company helicopters. Every morning, his chauffeur drove him from his mansion in a swanky suburb to the main office and drove him home at the end of each day.

One day, the CEO tired of spending thirty minutes in the car and then another hour on a helicopter. He went to the town hall in his suburb to apply for a permit to build a helipad on his property. Having the helicopter pick him up every morning and bring him back every day would save at least a couple of hours of his commute to the satellite office.

The town hall held a hearing on his permit. Townspeople showed up in droves. They complained that the potential noise would not only drive them nuts but also drive their property values down.

As one complainant ranted at the microphone, the CEO stood, plastered a smug look on his face, and said:

CEO: “Do you know who I am?”

The complainant turned, pointed a finger, and shouted:

Complainant: “Yeah, I know who you are. You’re the guy who is not getting a helipad!”

The crowd cheered.

And no, he did not get his helipad.