"He is sitting there eating fritos watching reruns of sanford and son and all of a sudden you are on the line."
Haha, such powerful imagery!
Thanks though, I appreciate it. I'm not really that desperate to be piloting some passenger jet in the future, but instead I'm kind of nostalgic for old school flying. Ideally, I'd like to be loading and unloading crates of Salmon in coastal Alaska and then flying them to Seattle in terrible IMC using NBDs and VORs. It sounds crazy, but that kind of flying is always the kind that made me realize how much I loved to fly.
Of course, maybe I could find some sort of job like that in Seattle, but I'm sure they're many more already living there who are keen on that job market over some redneck fool from Tennessee like myself.