Three yogis were eating their lunch on the seventeenth-floor girder of a new skyscraper. They were working on their bodies, talking about it continuously, discovering new mysteries. “Wow,” said the second man, who was new. “I see why you guys like to eat your lunch here. The view of the city is beautiful!”
“Yes, the view is nice,” said the first man. “But do you want to know why we really like to eat lunch here?” “Yes,” said the new yogi. “Well,” explained the first, “there’s the most incredible updraft right at the fourth floor, and when we finish lunch we like to jump off and ride back up on that air current. It puts you right back on the very spot you jumped from.”
“Bullshit!” said the second man. “I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t?” said the first, putting down his coffee thermos. “Then I’ll show you.” He jumped. Down he went, and sure enough, right at the fourth floor — whoosh! He was turned back and landed on the seventeenth-floor girder on the exact spot from which he had leaped.
“Wow!” said the second man in total amazement. “That beats the hell out of hanggliding or anything! Let me do it next!”
He stood up and jumped. Down he went — then fourth floor, third floor, second floor… splat! All over the sidewalk! Finished!
Back up on the seventeenth floor, the third man, who had been silent until now, turned to the first and said, “You know, Superman, sometimes you’re a real prick!”
