Steve lived in Staten Island, NY and worked in Manhattan. He had to take the ferry home every night.

One evening, he got down to the ferry and found there was a wait for the next boat, so Steve decided to stop at a nearby tavern. Before long he was felling no pain.

When he got back to the ferry slip, the ferryboat was just eight feet from the dock. Afraid of missing this one and being late for dinner, Steve took a running leap and landed right on the deck of the boat.

"How did you like that jump, buddy?" said a proud Steve to a deck hand. "It was great," said the sailor. "But why didn't you wait? We were just pulling in!"