Originally Posted by Carl Spackler

With my first furlough, I was escorted out by the chief pilot's drop dead gorgeous secretary. Once I was out of the building, she continued to walk and talk with me all the way to my car. Being a pilot of course I'm thinking: Hmmm maybe I'm in for a good sympathy boink here. Then I noticed she was carrying a small plastic spatula looking thing. She needed it to scrape the parking sticker off my windshield.

Carl