As I was taking off yesterday with a colleague, we both noticed the plan dip a bit on take-off... a bit more than usual. We looked at each other. "I didn't feel any wind..." I said. And as we continued to climb, it got worse - sudden-ish turns, overcorrections.... some of it felt like wind, but some of what felt like the result of a rookie pilot.
When we landed and walked down onto the tarmac after saying good-bye to the stewardess and pilot, she started to laugh. I didn't get it, but I hadn't really engaged my brain to get from my seat out of the plane... it was just business as usual.
"Didn't you see?" she said.
"Uhhhh......"
"The pilot. It was a woman... now it all makes sense!"
Well... she said it. But I didn't argue.
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Well, at least the pilot didn't come on the PA system and say something inane like "Omigosh, it's like, you know, TURBULENT out there..."
But what can you expect from an airline that sounds like baby talk, or a monkey - "baboooooooo"
Or stop in Paris for directions and a quick bit of shopping.
Well now that you mention it... I bet you wouldn't mind so much yourself, you and your red Italian shoes.
Hey, that's completely different...
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