Who is "Tyler Wojo?"
07-20-2008, 06:56 PM
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Who is "Tyler Wojo?"
so we all know the great lakes captain who almost pooped everywhere...well he refers to avoiding a tyler wojo incident...further research shows that this is a story told to new hires...so...does anyone know the original tyler wojo story??? (out of context i'm assuming he never made it to the bathroom)
this is far more constructive than talking about oil prices...
this is far more constructive than talking about oil prices...
07-20-2008, 07:02 PM
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07-21-2008, 06:41 AM
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This is the famous story he was referring to but the story refers to a Tyler Wojo, the question is who is Tyler Wojo and what did he do?
I think I had heard somewhere that Wojo had needed to go during flight and wound up using a garbage bag in full view of the passengers, can someone correct me?
I think I had heard somewhere that Wojo had needed to go during flight and wound up using a garbage bag in full view of the passengers, can someone correct me?
07-21-2008, 10:45 AM
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Tyler Wojo was born on July 4th 1977 to a single mother in Gayville, SD. She knew right away that she just gave birth to a very special boy. At an early age Tyler's mother found he had a curious penchant for pooping in odd places. In fact he would even take the trouble to poop in the cat’s food dish and crawl into the cupboards to christen the Tupperware. For some reason he really liked spare tires. At the age of 9 Tyler’s mother received word that his father used to be a seaman aboard a navy vessel that would spend months at sea. To help him find out who his father was, they packed up all of their belongings and moved to San Diego. Unfortunately after months of searching they find out the truth. Tyler’s father had run off with another man and opened a mechanical bull/martini bar in San Francisco. Would Tyler follow in his father’s footsteps? The jury is still out. However, the story gets even more tragic. Tyler became a Chargers fan.
The years went by and Tyler found a love for aviation. After years of hard study and hours of flight training, Tyler finally realized his dream of becoming an airline pilot. Though he received offers from all the Top Regionals he chose Great Lakes Airlines. That way I’m only there a couple of years tops before moving on he said to himself. One snowy Denver night Tyler suddenly proclaimed he was going to shock the world. Though he didn’t really know how at the time, he knew the muse would strike when the time was right. Well the muse struck, and it struck hard.
While cruising quietly at FL230 in his trusty Beechcraft 1900, the unthinkable happens, a fart that is not a fart. Yes folks, he sharted. Though it was just a little one, Tyler suddenly felt the dam may not hold. In a panic he looks over to his First Officer, fresh off IOE, and fills him in on the impending emergency. But we are 40 minutes from landing the FO blurts out. Then like a vision, Tyler flashes back to his youth when he would crawl around in a confined dark area to find a suitable pooping receptacle. As a grin spreads across his face, Tyler tells his FO, don’t worry everything is going to be alright. Using quick thinking, Tyler makes a PA announcement to the passengers stating that there has been a discrepancy in the paper work and he needs to get an accurate bag count. That being said he grabbed the clipboard and his trusty Maglite and proceeded to the baggage compartment. Though the passengers thought it was highly unusual, they were set at ease by Tyler’s confident stroll and uncanny ease of tumbling into the baggage compartment. Just as Tyler thought he was home free a new dilemma struck him. There staring back at him was both a large plastic container and a spare tire. Not prepared for this conundrum, Tyler looked back and forth between the two. How can I choose he asks himself? Then the rumbling commenced and Tyler was forced to make a command decision.
Crisis averted, Tyler made his was back up to the flight deck. Every thing checks out he told the passengers, who had waited in anticipation, as he walked by. Though all were relieved that their bags did indeed make it to their destination, the passengers did notice a curious odor permeated through their bags. As Tyler settled into his seat, the FO just stared back at him. Even during his thousands of hours flying Army choppers had he seen anything like this. Knowing the impact of what just happened, Tyler felt he should say something. A man of few words, he simply suggested, we better call Alpha 2 for the kit.
And there you have it. Tyler Wojo. Some think he is nine feet tall and shoots fireballs from his arse (figuratively speaking of course). But really he is just a normal man that walks among us. But because of Tyler Wojo, rest assured, every self respecting Nineteenhundo operator now carries the Wojo approved E-Kit.
The years went by and Tyler found a love for aviation. After years of hard study and hours of flight training, Tyler finally realized his dream of becoming an airline pilot. Though he received offers from all the Top Regionals he chose Great Lakes Airlines. That way I’m only there a couple of years tops before moving on he said to himself. One snowy Denver night Tyler suddenly proclaimed he was going to shock the world. Though he didn’t really know how at the time, he knew the muse would strike when the time was right. Well the muse struck, and it struck hard.
While cruising quietly at FL230 in his trusty Beechcraft 1900, the unthinkable happens, a fart that is not a fart. Yes folks, he sharted. Though it was just a little one, Tyler suddenly felt the dam may not hold. In a panic he looks over to his First Officer, fresh off IOE, and fills him in on the impending emergency. But we are 40 minutes from landing the FO blurts out. Then like a vision, Tyler flashes back to his youth when he would crawl around in a confined dark area to find a suitable pooping receptacle. As a grin spreads across his face, Tyler tells his FO, don’t worry everything is going to be alright. Using quick thinking, Tyler makes a PA announcement to the passengers stating that there has been a discrepancy in the paper work and he needs to get an accurate bag count. That being said he grabbed the clipboard and his trusty Maglite and proceeded to the baggage compartment. Though the passengers thought it was highly unusual, they were set at ease by Tyler’s confident stroll and uncanny ease of tumbling into the baggage compartment. Just as Tyler thought he was home free a new dilemma struck him. There staring back at him was both a large plastic container and a spare tire. Not prepared for this conundrum, Tyler looked back and forth between the two. How can I choose he asks himself? Then the rumbling commenced and Tyler was forced to make a command decision.
Crisis averted, Tyler made his was back up to the flight deck. Every thing checks out he told the passengers, who had waited in anticipation, as he walked by. Though all were relieved that their bags did indeed make it to their destination, the passengers did notice a curious odor permeated through their bags. As Tyler settled into his seat, the FO just stared back at him. Even during his thousands of hours flying Army choppers had he seen anything like this. Knowing the impact of what just happened, Tyler felt he should say something. A man of few words, he simply suggested, we better call Alpha 2 for the kit.
And there you have it. Tyler Wojo. Some think he is nine feet tall and shoots fireballs from his arse (figuratively speaking of course). But really he is just a normal man that walks among us. But because of Tyler Wojo, rest assured, every self respecting Nineteenhundo operator now carries the Wojo approved E-Kit.
07-21-2008, 11:51 AM
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Originally Posted by ImEbee
Tyler Wojo was born on July 4th 1977 to a single mother in Gayville, SD. She knew right away that she just gave birth to a very special boy. At an early age Tyler's mother found he had a curious penchant for pooping in odd places. In fact he would even take the trouble to poop in the cat’s food dish and crawl into the cupboards to christen the Tupperware. For some reason he really liked spare tires. At the age of 9 Tyler’s mother received word that his father used to be a seaman aboard a navy vessel that would spend months at sea. To help him find out who his father was, they packed up all of their belongings and moved to San Diego. Unfortunately after months of searching they find out the truth. Tyler’s father had run off with another man and opened a mechanical bull/martini bar in San Francisco. Would Tyler follow in his father’s footsteps? The jury is still out. However, the story gets even more tragic. Tyler became a Chargers fan.
The years went by and Tyler found a love for aviation. After years of hard study and hours of flight training, Tyler finally realized his dream of becoming an airline pilot. Though he received offers from all the Top Regionals he chose Great Lakes Airlines. That way I’m only there a couple of years tops before moving on he said to himself. One snowy Denver night Tyler suddenly proclaimed he was going to shock the world. Though he didn’t really know how at the time, he knew the muse would strike when the time was right. Well the muse struck, and it struck hard.
While cruising quietly at FL230 in his trusty Beechcraft 1900, the unthinkable happens, a fart that is not a fart. Yes folks, he sharted. Though it was just a little one, Tyler suddenly felt the dam may not hold. In a panic he looks over to his First Officer, fresh off IOE, and fills him in on the impending emergency. But we are 40 minutes from landing the FO blurts out. Then like a vision, Tyler flashes back to his youth when he would crawl around in a confined dark area to find a suitable pooping receptacle. As a grin spreads across his face, Tyler tells his FO, don’t worry everything is going to be alright. Using quick thinking, Tyler makes a PA announcement to the passengers stating that there has been a discrepancy in the paper work and he needs to get an accurate bag count. That being said he grabbed the clipboard and his trusty Maglite and proceeded to the baggage compartment. Though the passengers thought it was highly unusual, they were set at ease by Tyler’s confident stroll and uncanny ease of tumbling into the baggage compartment. Just as Tyler thought he was home free a new dilemma struck him. There staring back at him was both a large plastic container and a spare tire. Not prepared for this conundrum, Tyler looked back and forth between the two. How can I choose he asks himself? Then the rumbling commenced and Tyler was forced to make a command decision.
Crisis averted, Tyler made his was back up to the flight deck. Every thing checks out he told the passengers, who had waited in anticipation, as he walked by. Though all were relieved that their bags did indeed make it to their destination, the passengers did notice a curious odor permeated through their bags. As Tyler settled into his seat, the FO just stared back at him. Even during his thousands of hours flying Army choppers had he seen anything like this. Knowing the impact of what just happened, Tyler felt he should say something. A man of few words, he simply suggested, we better call Alpha 2 for the kit.
And there you have it. Tyler Wojo. Some think he is nine feet tall and shoots fireballs from his arse (figuratively speaking of course). But really he is just a normal man that walks among us. But because of Tyler Wojo, rest assured, every self respecting Nineteenhundo operator now carries the Wojo approved E-Kit.
The years went by and Tyler found a love for aviation. After years of hard study and hours of flight training, Tyler finally realized his dream of becoming an airline pilot. Though he received offers from all the Top Regionals he chose Great Lakes Airlines. That way I’m only there a couple of years tops before moving on he said to himself. One snowy Denver night Tyler suddenly proclaimed he was going to shock the world. Though he didn’t really know how at the time, he knew the muse would strike when the time was right. Well the muse struck, and it struck hard.
While cruising quietly at FL230 in his trusty Beechcraft 1900, the unthinkable happens, a fart that is not a fart. Yes folks, he sharted. Though it was just a little one, Tyler suddenly felt the dam may not hold. In a panic he looks over to his First Officer, fresh off IOE, and fills him in on the impending emergency. But we are 40 minutes from landing the FO blurts out. Then like a vision, Tyler flashes back to his youth when he would crawl around in a confined dark area to find a suitable pooping receptacle. As a grin spreads across his face, Tyler tells his FO, don’t worry everything is going to be alright. Using quick thinking, Tyler makes a PA announcement to the passengers stating that there has been a discrepancy in the paper work and he needs to get an accurate bag count. That being said he grabbed the clipboard and his trusty Maglite and proceeded to the baggage compartment. Though the passengers thought it was highly unusual, they were set at ease by Tyler’s confident stroll and uncanny ease of tumbling into the baggage compartment. Just as Tyler thought he was home free a new dilemma struck him. There staring back at him was both a large plastic container and a spare tire. Not prepared for this conundrum, Tyler looked back and forth between the two. How can I choose he asks himself? Then the rumbling commenced and Tyler was forced to make a command decision.
Crisis averted, Tyler made his was back up to the flight deck. Every thing checks out he told the passengers, who had waited in anticipation, as he walked by. Though all were relieved that their bags did indeed make it to their destination, the passengers did notice a curious odor permeated through their bags. As Tyler settled into his seat, the FO just stared back at him. Even during his thousands of hours flying Army choppers had he seen anything like this. Knowing the impact of what just happened, Tyler felt he should say something. A man of few words, he simply suggested, we better call Alpha 2 for the kit.
And there you have it. Tyler Wojo. Some think he is nine feet tall and shoots fireballs from his arse (figuratively speaking of course). But really he is just a normal man that walks among us. But because of Tyler Wojo, rest assured, every self respecting Nineteenhundo operator now carries the Wojo approved E-Kit.
07-21-2008, 01:19 PM
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Tyler Wojo told that story for years and the E-kit is recommended to all new hires during ground school. The E-kit consists of a plastic bag and TP. Other items are optional like, air freshener.
Wojo accomplished many feats of heroism in his day as a Great-Laker, another such tale involved using his Brazilia to intercept a meteor and halt impending distruction headed for the city of Dickinson, ND. If you are ever in Dickinson, or are passing through there is a plaque on the wall at the city hall with a picture of him accepting the key to the city.
Wojo accomplished many feats of heroism in his day as a Great-Laker, another such tale involved using his Brazilia to intercept a meteor and halt impending distruction headed for the city of Dickinson, ND. If you are ever in Dickinson, or are passing through there is a plaque on the wall at the city hall with a picture of him accepting the key to the city.
