Fleas on flight

Two fleas were drinking up spilled drops of beer on the bar table in a
bar near Logan International Airport in Boston. One of them mentioned
he was taking a trip to Florida.

"I am too!" said the other. "I go often."

"Really?" The first asked, "How do you travel?"

The second replied, "I usually travel in a man's mustache. It gets me
there, but the big drawback is that it's terribly cold. The chilly
wind always gets to me. I arrive in sunny Florida and I'm still
shivering."

"Ah, you just don't know how to do it," replied the first. "This is
how you travel to Florida. First, find a woman who is wearing a skirt.
A stewardess will do fine. Then jump on her leg, make your way up and
snuggle into her - well, you know - and then just settle in. It's a
nice warm ride. You can even sleep the whole way!"

"Egad!" the second replied. "Great idea! I'll try it. Thanks!"

Just by chance, the two fleas once again met up in a bar in Florida
after their flight had touched down in Miami.

"So how was your trip?" the first asked.

"Not so good," answered the second.

"Why?" asked the first. "Did you do what I suggested?"

"I did," answered the second. "It was like this. I'm in a man's
mustache when I see this woman flight attendant. Just by coincidence,
she walks up to the man and they embrace. Then they just start making
out right there in the middle of the airport. I see my chance. Just
before they kiss, I jump out of the man's mustache, onto the woman's
leg, work my way up and settle into her You Know. Then I go to sleep.
And when I wake up, I'm back in the man's mustache!" ;-)