Me and the other pilot had this flight today. You know, the usual stuff, flying around trying to crack each other up in front of the clientel. But he's good, a natural born laugh concealer because he always turns his face toward the side window to giggle like a school girl at her first dance. But let me also tell you, he's talented, talented at dishing out jokes, funny accents, and severly messed up faces. He's like Jim Carrey and Rich Little rolled into a localizer shooting, potbelly packing whacko. He's sublime on a long day.
Today we were flying a repeat customer who is renowned for tipping good cheddar, so we're excited, but like characters from "Mission Impossible", were also focused and determined at trying to real in some nice Double Glouchester Stilton for the upcoming weekend.
As we both reach for the clientel's briefcase at the sametime, we bump our heads, and severely jeaprodize our mission by creating overzealous buffoonery. Our clientel just looked at us like the chumps we were; two side show freaks who snuck out of the red striped tent.
Upon finishing our flight, our clientel tips us a brown each. Were ecstatic! When the clientel left the FBO we walked away and proceeded to dance like two whites guys at a hip-hop club; you know, just not kickin' it very well. My buddy busted a move that reminded me of Carlton Banks from the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air", and I followed suit with my rendition of "Night at the Roxbury."
Upon starting the plane, I called for the checklist, and there he was with his one-huny, using it as a ruler to read each check. I start to laugh and couldnt stop. Upon climbing through FL180 I looked over to see him set his altimeter with the bill draped around the knob. My laughter grew like a sick uncontrollable desease. We level off, and now I look and lose it entirely. There he is all poker faced making a radio call to center with the bill stuck between his mike and his lips. Finally he clipped the brown to the control column, and read it like it was the Loc BC of CIBC, "Yeah, effective 2004 in Ottawa, were good to 1400 feet on the south side of Parliment, but no circling man!"
Ahh yes, I love a good tip once in a while. But I think I love more a good, clinically insane person to fly with.
Flyin' around flashin' a brown.......
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In the business world, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield...W. Buffett
One time in chip lakes, I received from the asian family who ran the school a couple of frozen whitefish and two very dead birds in a garbage bag. (grouse perhaps?, I dunno but they still had their guts-feathers on 'em!). So jazzy thinks to himself... what the f**k am I gonna do with this. It's still probably in the feeezer in the freight shed.
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Re: Flyin' around flashin' a brown.......
A years wages for some...(after they've paid for their PPC)Harry Bagina wrote: Upon finishing our flight, our clientel tips us a brown each. .
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