Then there is the old story near and dear to the zero dark-thirty freight haulers.

It was 2:30 AM and there had not been a single transmission on the Salt Lake Center sector frequency for this sector in the middle of nowhere for almost 15 minutes. It was like there was almost nobody in the sky and the few that were were simply droning along on their assigned routes and altitudes without much need for communicating with center. Finally, breaking the silence, came a transmission, encapsulating what pretty much everyone airborne on the frequency was thinking:

"I'm effing bored."

The response was nearly immediate:

"Aircraft that made that last transmission, this is Salt Lake Center. Identify yourself."

And the response to that was also nearly immediate:

"I said I was effing bored, not effing stupid."