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#1672

O.K....OK. Only about half way through this thread but I got one. Several years ago I flew with a gal that had a personality like 80 grit sandpaper. Self admitted - she didn't fit in at her last corporate job, where apparently she didn't get her pick of the flying assignments and blamed the good ole boy club. "The boys" all poked fun at her and gave her all the poopy jobs around the hangar, like cleaning the lavs on the bizjets. She admitted again that while doing so, she would then take the used cleaning rags from the chitter floor and wipe down everything in the cockpit including the O2 masks.
Why did she feel safe telling me all of this? I never left her alone in the cockpit, nor with any of my stuff!
Why did she feel safe telling me all of this? I never left her alone in the cockpit, nor with any of my stuff!
#1673

After landing @ PBI in a bizjet, I would go in the back and change into my shorts and T-shirt...the Captain felt the need to inform all that he was a pilot and wear the uniform including the blazer in the south Florida heat....he would smoke his pipe in the rental car and when we arrived he would bang the pipe on the car door to clean it out (he especially enjoyed damaging the rental cars). Upon checking out at the front desk of the hotel he would ask the CSR if they had high speed internet. The poor girl would say,"No, I'm sorry we don't". This would spark his little fit in full uniform with the rolling of the eyes,blah,blah,blah. I made sure I kept my distance as to make sure I wasn't associated with him. Total Tool.

#1675
#1678
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Joined APC: Feb 2011
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had an AA guy on the jumpseat the other day, 767 FO, about 55ish. Told me he was glad he didnt work at Jetblue and was hired there right after he started with AA. Spent 20 min going on how much that place sucks and how he is glad to be at AA.
Me and the Capt both looked at each other like ???? after he got off. I guess maybe he was living with his head in the sand?
Me and the Capt both looked at each other like ???? after he got off. I guess maybe he was living with his head in the sand?
#1679
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Joined APC: Mar 2008
Position: A330 capt
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Years ago when based at DFW as a 727 F/O flew with a character whose reputation preceeded him by a "significant" amount. I was told people had been bidding to avoid flying with this guy for years. Of course, I thought I was a pretty easygoing guy and could tolerate just about anybody....When I ended up flying with him, I could tell at first he was a little "ideosyncratic"....
"Not very good, -high by 200 feet on that altitude restriction!" -he blurted out in a rather unfriendly, louder than necessary voice (I was trying to meet altitude restrictions at a certain DME on a long descent...done all manually with 3 to 1 "Kentucky windage" on the 727) Then when he grew a little more "comfortable" with me, I suppose...his true colors started to show.... On one leg I left climb power on for a brief time after level off and as the airplane accelerated to about .85 he screamed out at the top of his lungs "THE WINGS AND THE TAIL FALL OFF AT .88 OR .89!" -after which I looked over at him in shock and said "huh?" (his screaming distracted me) he screamed again "THE WINGS AND THE TAIL....etc" -that was his "subtle" way of saying "watch your power setting, we're accelerating through cruise mach".
This guy carried his own bag of "gruel" with him on trips....wouldn't eat food off the airplane...he only asked for hot water from the flight attendants to mix with his gruel. He was a "survivalist" type, talked about guns and food storage etc. He hated having flight attendants in the cockpit, even on long enroute legs. (the days when f/a's were young and beautiful and flirty) This guy was not just a weird pilot, but a strange human being. He got along great with the S/O, who was a retired Air Force Major about 45-50 yrs old and Mormon, so he had the whole food storage/end-of-days thing as a common interest. They talked about military retirements, then he (the capt.) asked me if I was retired military (I was about 30 yrs old at the time) ...I looked over at him trying to find just the slightest little "glint" of "kidding" or "humor" in his eyes....there was nothing...a cold, steely, almost malignant, completely humorless stare. They say the eyes are the "windows of the soul" ...when I looked into this guy's eyes, it's as if two "off" flags dropped into view, indicating an insidious failure somewhere in the underlying machinery. Strange dude, -to say the least....
"Not very good, -high by 200 feet on that altitude restriction!" -he blurted out in a rather unfriendly, louder than necessary voice (I was trying to meet altitude restrictions at a certain DME on a long descent...done all manually with 3 to 1 "Kentucky windage" on the 727) Then when he grew a little more "comfortable" with me, I suppose...his true colors started to show.... On one leg I left climb power on for a brief time after level off and as the airplane accelerated to about .85 he screamed out at the top of his lungs "THE WINGS AND THE TAIL FALL OFF AT .88 OR .89!" -after which I looked over at him in shock and said "huh?" (his screaming distracted me) he screamed again "THE WINGS AND THE TAIL....etc" -that was his "subtle" way of saying "watch your power setting, we're accelerating through cruise mach".
This guy carried his own bag of "gruel" with him on trips....wouldn't eat food off the airplane...he only asked for hot water from the flight attendants to mix with his gruel. He was a "survivalist" type, talked about guns and food storage etc. He hated having flight attendants in the cockpit, even on long enroute legs. (the days when f/a's were young and beautiful and flirty) This guy was not just a weird pilot, but a strange human being. He got along great with the S/O, who was a retired Air Force Major about 45-50 yrs old and Mormon, so he had the whole food storage/end-of-days thing as a common interest. They talked about military retirements, then he (the capt.) asked me if I was retired military (I was about 30 yrs old at the time) ...I looked over at him trying to find just the slightest little "glint" of "kidding" or "humor" in his eyes....there was nothing...a cold, steely, almost malignant, completely humorless stare. They say the eyes are the "windows of the soul" ...when I looked into this guy's eyes, it's as if two "off" flags dropped into view, indicating an insidious failure somewhere in the underlying machinery. Strange dude, -to say the least....
#1680
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had an AA guy on the jumpseat the other day, 767 FO, about 55ish. Told me he was glad he didnt work at Jetblue and was hired there right after he started with AA. Spent 20 min going on how much that place sucks and how he is glad to be at AA.
Me and the Capt both looked at each other like ???? after he got off. I guess maybe he was living with his head in the sand?
Me and the Capt both looked at each other like ???? after he got off. I guess maybe he was living with his head in the sand?

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