75 or 767, sure. 737, ok, at least the panel looks like an RJ's. Airbus, easy peazy ... but an MD88? I don't know how we fly the thing.

Mostly it seems to involve trickery, knowing what the airplane is going to do, instead of what it is supposed to do. Working with systems that fail worse than The Adventures of Pluto Nash failed at the box office. Flying a wing & flight control system that gives up faster than a Spanish Prime Minister at an economics conference. Celine Dion's love life makes more sense than the MD88 and she was screwing around with some really old stuff.

MD88 pilots routinely summon the skills embodied by German Flight Test pilots on their fourth cup of coffee at 9am. The Mercury Astronauts have nothing on our MD88 airmen. Chuck Yeager would have told Douglas to take the pointy end and shove that POS up old man Douglas's neither regions.

You Sir are simply being humble. Naked island girls should lay palm fronds at your feet as you walk the terminal. The entire crew of the Enterprise applauds your effort: