LAUGHING WITH DONNA

Through the pitch-black night, the captain sees a light dead ahead on a collision course with his ship. He sends a signal: “Change your course, 10 degrees East.”  The light signals back: “Change yours, 10 degrees West.” 

Angry, the captain sends: “I’m a Navy Captain! Change your course, sir!” 

“I’m a seaman, Second Class,” comes the reply. “Change your course, sir.” 

Now the captain is furious. “I’m a battleship! I’m not changing course!”  There is one last reply. “I’m a lighthouse. Your call.”