30 years ago. One miserable NE crashpad, one landline, nine guys timed out, burnt out, and p1ssed off. Modus operandi of CS was junior man any sucker dumb enough to answer a phone for a 91 repo since no one could legally fly a revenue flight.

Phone ringing hours straight with a notorious Riddle grad crew scheduler. Cops show up at the house saying our company called them for a "health and safety check" and we need to call them asap. Roger that Officer, we'll get right on it.

Ha Ha Jen, you freakin B, if you're reading this, we know you couldn't see it so just know you earned all 18 middle fingers you got that night of the cold dark airplane on your watch.