So a long time ago a gentleman gets on an airplane smoking a cigar (which tells you this is a long time ago when one could do such things). The passenger next to him was an older lady with a small lap dog.
“Excuse me sir,” said the lady. “But your cigar is upsetting me. Could you please get rid of it.”
“Well, ma'am,” said the man, “your lap dog is yipping up a storm and I find it very annoying. If I get rid of the cigar, you have to get rid of the dog.”
“Well, I never!”
“That, I can believe,” said the man. “But get rid of the dog, and I'll get rid of the cigar.”
The airplane takes off. The dog yaps. The guy keeps puffing on his cigar. The lady asks again for the man to get rid of the cigar. And the man answers the same way: “Get rid of the dog, and I'll get rid of the cigar.”
This goes on for most of the flight until the lady finally has it with the cigar. She opens the window (again, back when one could do such a thing on an airplane) and tosses the dog out. “There,” she said, “I got rid of the dog. Will you now get rid of the cigar?”
“As a gentleman, I keep my word,” he said, and with that, tosses the cigar out the window.
A short time later, the plane is making its landing and when the woman looks out the window, she sees her dog, clinging on with its life to the wing of the airplane, its claws buried deep to keep from being blown away. And guess what she saw in the dog's mouth?
No, not the cigar! The brick!