Originally Posted by forgot to bid

Crew room:

Old Pilot 1: You know boys, I've been thinking. Maybe it's time we ditched the high tech gizmos in our hands, the FMS, the RNAV, the LNAV, speed tapes, FADECs, localizers, futuristic icrew, and went back to flying like our daddies did.

Old Pilot 2: Drunk?

Old Pilot 1: No, no, no. Using our hands and our wits. Yeah, sure, it's hard work, but it has meaning and dignity.

Old Pilot 3: Huh? What do you say?

[long pause from the other men, MD-88 pilot screaming in the corner of the room claiming he already does that cannot be heard]

Old Pilot 3: Nah. Let's just trip park.

Old Pilot 2: Sounds good to me. Who wants to call scheduling and set one up?

[long pause from Old Pilot 1]

Oil Pilot 1: Hey... I forgot what I was saying. Hey did you hear they made another change to the FOM?

Old Pilot 3: Oh give me a break, another change?! Why can't they just leave well enough alone.