Miami

A guy takes his seat on the plane, and the guy next to him is puttin' out all these sighs and moans.

"First flight?" he asks.

"No, my problem is that we're headin' to Miami."

"So what's the problem? We're all going to Miami!"

"Oh, I just HATE to go to Miami. There's so much strife, tension, crime, looting, social unrest down there. I just HATE it!

"Huh? Whaddya talkin' about? I LIVE in Miami; I work there. I LOVE my job, and I've never seen anything like what you're talking about.

"Is that right? Whaddya do down there?"

"I'm a tailgunner on a Merita bread truck."