[at-l] Another blast...

[AThiker@smithville.net (Felix)]

Here's something from about 4 years ago. Some of it is still
perinent today. Some of it isn't...funny how that is...isn't
it?


A jet leaves Katahdin at 8:00 a.m. A jet leaves Springer at
some other
time. They are flying toward each other. The genderfree
captain of K jet
has a jetside romance with a genderfree attendant at the
side of the
plane. Afterward, the capt. smokes secondhand smoke. The
captain of S jet
makes a cell phone call to make sure that the shuttle will
be at the next
road crossing, 'cause, of course, this is a 'slightflight'
(akin to a
slackpack). As the capt of K jet is returning to his/her
command chair,
they decide to imbibe in some beer. MMMMMMmmmm, beer.
Anyway, as the
second frosty Duff goes down, the conversation turns to the
flames coming
out of the number two engine. The number two engine was
manufactured by
MSR. It was either on or off. The number one engine was
produced by the
fine folks at Coleman, in Kansas. It was simmering away. The

number three jet was a Szzzip. J. Fred was shoveling wood in

like a mad man. Meantime, back in Florida (the Georgia jet
got lost) the
capt couldn't see very well cause the sun was in his/her
eyes. Solution?
Open an umbrella. Wind blows the damn thing right out the
window. (Two
sidebars: It blew the cloth part up, the wrong direction,
first. I love
that. Second, always have the windshield on your jets closed
when in
flight)  When S jet's crew figured out they were lost, they
knew they had
to fly some Mail Macro Miles (just like the USPS) to get
back on track.
The K jet capt realized that the difference in flames
produced by
the engines had caused them to fly in circles. Well, more
like ovals, to
be geometrically correct. Time for a little air magic. The
guy in
Thermarest chair A, Row 4, climbs out on the wing with his
Leatherman
and adjusts the coleman to run the same as the MSR, without
all the soot.
The captain wondered out loud why they don't have a control
for that in
the non-gender-specific cockpit %-) The S jet crew had their
section maps
laying (lying?) on the floor, trying to figure out where
would be the
closes place to get back on the trail, as a yellow jet-trail
blaze was now
imminent. Just as the big finger was getting ready to point
to the best
spot, a big dog comes charging up the aisle, hitting the arm
of the
person holding the Skin So Soft, spilling the fluid on the
map. A boy
scout happens along with a piece of Tyvek, absorbing the
rank solution.
Meantime, back on the K jet, "Contol Tower? This is
"Titanium Two". We're
 lost. Repeat: Lost"  "This is control. What is your
destination?"
"Felix? Is that you?"  "Affirmative"  "Can't we fly
someplace without
having a control tower with Felix in it?"  "Negative" So,
back at the
ranch, Hoss was loading a wagon with some chicken gizzards.



--
Felix J. McGillicuddy
ME-->GA '98
"Your Move"
http://Felixhikes.tripod.com/