I am/was well aware of your context. Although I referenced your post, I was essentially firing for effect. Funny how it works, one might say "fascinating stuff..."

 

Hmmm, well, I don't ever go to FSI in Dallas, I go to Moonachie. Gosh, don't ever remember saying I don't thank my lucky stars- I've always been grateful and I love my job. I also don't ever remember cutting anyone else down on this board about their jobs or their abilities, each of us have our gifts and talents, and in the end...we all love to fly, some of the greatest people on this board are not even pilots- do you want to cut them down too? These other captains all have in excess of 9k hours jet each, and I have over 3k in my baby- I am the one who picked it up new, so I think I know my job pretty well. No, I do not fly for TAG, I am strictly 91.
I guess it must be rough being such a stud; I'm sure to judge the difference in them all, you must have flown all the 7's as my mentors have. Wow, you must be proud that you can run circles around the rest of us 'lucky' pilots.
Sorry Dots, but I have no desire to mentor you on anything other than a few manners on being nice instead of trying to be such a cocky studmuffin here. If that wasn't your intention, sorry to tell you...but that is how you are coming across to me. Not interested in the attempts you're making to belittle me and the other 'lucky' pilots- go to some other thread unless you have something of interest to add to this particular thread- it is not called 'Pick on Pilots'- it is called 'Pilot Pickup'- meant for fun, or perhaps you're so busy being such a stud that you forget what that is?

 

Sorry I had to leave for a bit...actually ended-up overnighting in CT and when I got to the hotel they had trouble with their internet connections, and since one of the casualties of dropping my case wasn't just my panties all over the ramp, but smashing my cell card too, didn't have access.

Been flying all over CT, PA, AR and OH yesterday and today.

Ok, where was I ? Oh, so Mr. Incredible tried to tell me that my plane was actually his...

The line guys had just finished cleaning-up the coffee service and ice, so it was still open. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and pleaded for Mr. Incredible to take me inside to see it. In the middle of all the excuses why he couldn't, I just started up the stairs. He's down there telling me to get out before getting into trouble. I plopped into the left seat, pretended to find the keys (which were in my pocket), and when I asked him to start 'er up he paled quite visibly. I was hoping to go further with the whole thing to see how far he would go before admitting the truth (plus I was having a blast after sitting there so long being bored), but the line guy gave me away by hollered in to ask me if I wanted Prist.
After a moment of utter confusion, he turned from pale to red...very red. I felt kinda bad for him, so I made him feel better by thanking him for entertaining me and yadayada....told him I was flattered that he went to such great lengths to get my attention...at least he didn't go away totally dejected...we had a good laugh.

 

 

TOO funny...

 

Can't tell you exactly, but it's hot and sandy...and it ain't Falcon Girl's beach house.

 

Congrats Slice! Falcon Girl is soooo proud and happy for you for passing! Wish we were in the same town, I'd take you out to celebrate! Hugs and smooches!
You will do just fine over there, get a great tan, and come back and I'll find ya a Falcon job????

 

You had me at congrats! If you ever get to DC I'll take you up on the offer.

 

...at least he didn't go away totally dejected...we had a good laugh

Was he at least cute?

 

"Middle-aged men in their youth dreamed of a pure life, faithful to their principles, but little by little, are transformed into 'pigs' through the pressures of working like madmen. Despite their intention to reject merely mercenary goals, they are drawn into the world of hyper-consumerism, and when they look for the purpose of their lives, they feel themselves alienated...these men live in solitude and regret."
"Why are you a pig?" she asks.
"Dunno," he answers, returning to inspecting his ammunition.
"So, may I kiss you?"
"Huh?"
"You know, in the fairy tale, the spell on a frog was broken by a kiss from a princess."
"Don't be silly. Save it for a more important moment."
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All men are pigs. It is better to be a pig than a fascist, though. And a pig who doesn't fly is just an ordinary pig.
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