My buddy told me this story that his father told him about his great aunt; who knows if it's true, but it cracks me up. His great Aunt and Uncle were at one of the casinos back in the late eighties or early nineties, not sure if it was Mohegan or Foxwoods, but like many older people they used to like to go stay for the weekend and do some gambling. His great Aunt would play the slots, and back then you had to carry around your jar of nickels or pennies and most usually carried them around in a big plastic cup. They got their one weekend and after a little gambling, they were going to go to dinner. The uncle headed for the buffet, but the aunt wanted to drop off her cup of nickels in their hotel room first. She went to the elevator, and got on it alone. After going up a few floors, the elevator stopped short of her floor to pick up other people. The doors, opened, and two young black men stepped on, one very tall. Now, this woman came from a generation of people that had certain preconceived notions about black people. They stepped behind her as she cowered in the front corner of the elevator, close to the doors. As soon as the doors closed, one of the men said in a booming voice, "Down." She absolutely lost it, threw her change in the air and dropped to the ground in terror. The two men immediately started laughing, because they had just wanted her to press the down button on the elevator control board, and she obviously thought they were ordering her to the ground. They assured her that they weren't going to hurt her, calmed her down, and helped her pick up her change. They all had a good laugh about it.
The next morning, my buddy's great aunt got a knock on her door. It was a hotel worker making a delivery: a bouquet of roses, and in a few of the roses all folded up were some $100 bills. The note that came with the flowers said "Thank you for giving us one of the best laughs we've had in a long time. Love, Eddie Murphy and Michael Jordan."