Dan really liked living in Staten Island， but he wasn't crazy about the ferry. Miss a ferry late at night， and he'd have to spend the next hour or two wandering the streets of lower Manhattan.
So when Dan spotted a ferry no more than twelve feet from the dock， he decided he didn't want to wait for another. He made a running leap and landed on his hands and knees……a little bruised maybe……but safe on deck.
As he got up， brushing himself off， he announced proudly to a passenger， “Well， I made that one， didn't I？”
“Ya sure did，” the passenger said. “But you should have waited a minute or two. The ferry is just about to dock.”