
Continuing the rollout, I began to hear, what sounded like, some hushed sighs of relief. Very faint, but I could hear them.

There we go, Thank God!! I could finally open that beer. Lord knows I need one, my nerves were shot from all those whining passengers! I told them that we were finally out of that strange turbulence that came out of the blue. But they still insisted to return to JFK! You just can't please some people!

Sooooooo, it was back to JFK.

On approach to 4L

Touchdown and the sounds of cheers mixed with several nasty comments about my flying, and something about my mother!?

Let me get this thing parked and get these crazy people off my airplane!

Now they're moaning about being too dizzy and weak kneed to get up and get off. Oh well, I'm outta here, goin' to the lounge. You guys can get off when you're good and ready. What's that about reporting me to the FAA? Fat chance! They won't do anything! Can they do that? ??? I mean I hope not! Can they? ???

Might just be the end of my very short commercial career. Thanks for the inspiration Ozzy!!




hopefully under a bridge ;)


And as for comments about mum, well the one time a student said THAT about my mum I just turned around and said "I didn't know you'd met her!"


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