Great-aunt Bessie loved to visit her nieces and nephews,
seems she had relatives all over the country. Problem was
that no matter how much she enjoyed seeing them, she hated
flying. No matter how safe people told her it was, she
was always worried that someone would have a bomb on the
plane. She read the books about how safe it was, and
listened to the stewardess demonstrate all the safety
features. But she still worried herself silly every time
a visit was coming up. Finally, the family decided that
maybe if she saw the statistics she’d be convinced. So
they sent her to a friend of the family who was an actuary.
“Tell me,” she said suspiciously, “what are the chances that
someone will have a bomb on a plane?”
The actuary looked through his tables and said, “A very
small chance. Maybe one in five hundred thousand.”
She nodded, then thought for a moment. “So what are the
odds of two people having a bomb on the same plane?”
Again he went through his tables. “Extremely remote,” he
said. “About one in a billion.”
Aunt Bessie nodded and left his office. And from that
day on, every time she flew, she took a bomb.