The Wind...

....as I started to mention earlier, it is WINDY today... not exactly the kind of day I would volunteer to ride an hour in a 6 seater Piper... but, alas, duty called, and I answered.... still, I suppose it beats the 4 hour drive... but, as I was telling my partner-in-crime today, the drive was actually really nice.... us hillbillies don't get a chance to see cotton fields very often... anyway, to cut to the chase, the plane jumped around the whole damn way back... serious jumpin' around.. SERIOUS... and, I loved every second of it... firstly, I met the pilot this morning, and helped him stow some cargo.. and, he was the kind of guy who immediately instilled confidence.... so, I figured I was in safe hands... and, I was.... secondly, I always figured that as soon as the plane took off, you were "dead"... so, you might as well enjoy it... you aren't going to be "alive" again until the thing lands... so, relax... enjoy the view... I mean, it's not like I could fly the damn plane if the pilot suddenly slumped over the yoke, right?... so, in my mind, why worry?... you're dead till you land... so, just relax...

...well, I was hungry as we boarded the plane... and, I had bought myself some good ole Middle Tennessee healthfood.... 2 corndogs, and a BBQ Pork sandwich from a local gas station... all to be chased down with a Mountain Dew... hey, shut up.. I know how to ride in style.... anyway, as we taxied, I was busy eating... as soon as we took off, I had already eaten the corndogs, and was busy with the greasy pork sandwich... the plane was jumping left.. right.. up...up... down... and, my Boss turns around... almost green, and says to me... "How can you EAT in a situation like THIS??"... what was my reply?..

.."Dammit... I sure as HELL ain't gonna die HUNGRY!"...

...well, that didn't do much to soothe their mind... so, we continued the rest of the flight with me trying to sleep... which I couldn't do... mainly because the shaking plane kept bashing my noggin against the headrest... and my Boss crossing the line between oaths, prayers, and some pretty damn good profanity every 30 seconds... heh... turbulence... you gotta love'em... ya know.. I don't mind being a passenger... but, I sure as HELL would not have wanted to be the pilot today...

by Eric on April 27, 2004 | Comments(3) | SWG Stories
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Comments so far:

Mmmmmm.....barbecue! Interesting perspective about flight there, Eric.....never quite looked at it that way, but I shall from now on. :) Thanks....LOL.

posted by: Asherah on April 27, 2004 06:33 PM

Cool...I've been on a flight like that in a small plane, when the pilot actually asked us if we wanted to turn around...Hey..Hey!

posted by: Sam on April 27, 2004 08:09 PM

On that flight, I think I would have chosen some serious bourbon over the corn dogs and pork sandwich. However, I guess that wouldn't work for a work-related trip.

Better yet, I think I would have taken a farookin' bus. :-)

posted by: Parkway Rest Stop on April 28, 2004 12:20 AM