A young programmer and his Project Manager board a train, headed through the mountains on its way to Wichita. They can find no place to sit except for two seats, right across the aisle from a young woman and her grandmother.

After a while, it’s obvious that the young woman and the young programmer are interested in each other, because they’re giving each other looks. Soon, the train passes into a tunnel and it’s pitch black. There’s a sound of a kiss, followed by the sound of a slap.

When the train emerges from the tunnel, the four sit there without saying a word. The grandmother is thinking to herself, “It was very brash for that young man to kiss my granddaughter, but I’m glad she slapped him.” The Project manager is sitting there thinking, “I didn’t know the young tech was brave enough to kiss the girl, but I sure wish she hadn’t missed him when she slapped me!” The young woman was sitting and thinking, “I’m glad the guy kissed me, but I wish my grandmother hadn’t slapped him!” While the young programmer sat there with a satisfied smile on his face, thinking:

“Life is good. How often does a guy get the chance to kiss a beautiful girl, and slap his Project Manager at the same time.”