Forget What I Just Said.

This is the story of a poor ditzy blonde flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot.

He has a heart attack and dies. She, frantic, calls out a May Day

"May Day!  May Day!  Help me!  Help me!  My pilot had a heart attack and is dead and I don't know how to fly.  Help me!  Please help Me!"

She hears a voice over the radio saying:

"This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear.  I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground.  I have a lot of experience with this kind of problem.  Now, just take a deep breath.  Everything will be fine!  Now give me your height and position."

She says "I'm 5'4" and I'm in the front seat."


"Okay . . ." says the voice on the radio.  "Repeat after me:  Our Father, Who art in Heaven . . ."
UnderEli UnderEli
46-50, M
Dec 4, 2012