[Having =
made scores of flights from the small “international” airport i=
n Casper, this story made the rounds regularly. Now that we’ve retire=
d and no longer fly, I thought it would be good to resurrect this one from =
more than 25 years ago and give all another chuckle.]
=
Passengers on a small=
commuter plane are waiting for the flight to leave. They’re getting a litt=
le impatient, but the airport staff has assured them that the pilots will b=
e there soon, and the flight can take off immediately after that. The entra=
nce opens, and two men walk up the aisle, dressed in pilots’ uniforms–both=
are wearing dark glasses, one is using a seeing-eye dog, and the other is =
tapping his way up the aisle with a cane.
Nervous laughter spreads through =
the cabin; but the men enter the cockpit, the door closes, and the engines =
start up. The passengers begin glancing nervously around, searching for som=
e sign that this is just a little practical joke.
None is forthcoming. The =
plane moves faster and faster down the runway, and people at the windows re=
alize that they’re headed straight for the rocks at the edge of the airport=
territory.
=
As it begins to look as though the plane will never take off, =
that it will plow into the rocks, panicked screams fill the cabin — but at=
that moment, the plane lifts smoothly into the air.
The passengers relax a=
nd laugh a little sheepishly, and soon they have all retreated into their m=
agazines, secure in the knowledge that the plane is in good hands.
Up in th=
e cockpit, the copilot turns to the pilot and says, "You know, Jim, on=
e of these days, they’re going to scream too late, and we’re all gonna die.=
"
~~
Dr. Bob Griffin=
[email protected] www.grif.net=
“1=
cross + 3 nails =3D 4 given”
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