This guy loved Staten Island, but wasn't crazy about the
ferry.

If you missed a ferry late at night, you had to spend
the next hour or so wandering the deserted street of lower
Manhattan.

One day when he spotted the ferry no more than fifteen feet
from the dock, he decided he wouldn't put up with an hour's
wait.

He made a running leap and landed on his hands and
knees, a little bruised, but safe on deck.

He got up and brushed himself off, and proudly announced to a bystander.

"Well, I made that one didn't I?"

"Sure did," came the reply. "But if you had waited for a minute or two
the ferry would have been docked."