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Originally Posted by Sideshow Bob
Real freightdogs:
When told that there are no hotel rooms since their company is too cheap to pay for more than one day (check in time is 3PM but it's 6AM) head over to the couch in the lobby and go to sleep.
Get chased out of commuter airline terminals like vagrants at 6 AM by airport police because they had nowhere else to sleep during the sorts at places like HUF.
Drain pony kegs (provided by the fleabag hotel) while eating cheese steaks and stromboli delivered at 6AM and then get lap dances by the delivery gal who just got off at the strip club three hours earlier who works two (and sometimes three) jobs  .
Constantly have to stand at the door of UAL cockpits waiting for jumpseats while the captain checks the scab list because "only losers or scabs fly for companies like yours".
Have late shows for work because they can't get out of the Motel 6 hotel room because there's a shoot out in the parking lot.
Hitch hike to the layover hotel because the hotel van got car jacked on the way to picking you up, and cabs refuse to come "over there".
And many other sordid stories too racy for here . |
You know your last check is no good when the fuel truck driver throws a chain around the nose gear.
You know how to chop ice ramps in a frozen lake with an axe after the main gear drops into an airpocket.
You know how to "rope" a D-18 by yourself.
You make six runs between YIP and CLE in a duty period. You park the airplane on the Tank Ramp .
You go to the airport every four hours in BOS to keep the engines warm enough to start, you do this for three days.
You fly radiators and wall street journals to the Bahamas and your uniform is cutoffs and flip flops.
The list is really long and you will for ever be a freight dog.
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