OUTLAWS CHICO
06-12-2004, 04:54 AM
My son flew this morning on a cut-rate commuter airline from Chicago-Midway
to Los Angeles. He said next time we fly we should count our blessings.]
Passengers on a small commuter plane are waiting for the flight to leave.
They're getting a little impatient, but the airport staff has assured them
that the pilots will be there soon, and the flight can take off immediately
after that. The entrance 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 some 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 realize 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 and laugh a little sheepishly, and soon they have all
retreated into their magazines, secure in the knowledge that the plane is in
good hands.
Up in the cockpit, the copilot turns to the pilot and says, "You know, Bob,
one of these days, they're going to scream too late, and we're all gonna
die."
to Los Angeles. He said next time we fly we should count our blessings.]
Passengers on a small commuter plane are waiting for the flight to leave.
They're getting a little impatient, but the airport staff has assured them
that the pilots will be there soon, and the flight can take off immediately
after that. The entrance 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 some 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 realize 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 and laugh a little sheepishly, and soon they have all
retreated into their magazines, secure in the knowledge that the plane is in
good hands.
Up in the cockpit, the copilot turns to the pilot and says, "You know, Bob,
one of these days, they're going to scream too late, and we're all gonna
die."