This is the story of a young college student flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot.
He has a heart attack and dies.
She, frantic, grabs the mike and calls out a May Day.
"May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! The pilot had a heart attack and is dead and I don't know how to fly. Someone help me! Please help me!"
She then hears a voice on the radio saying: "This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground. I've had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. Now, just take a deep breath, stay calm and everything will be fine! Now give me your height and position."
She then says, "I'm 5'4" and I support Hillary"
"O.K." says the voice on the radio, "Repeat after me: Our Father, Who art in Heaven"
So the air traffic controller doesn't like people who are 5'4"?
True story: A family member applied to be an air traffic controller 5 years ago. He just got accepted into the school. He'll go to Oklahoma for 5 months of training. He will then be assigned somewhere in the USA for 3 to 5 years of probation. I haven't asked him but I wonder what the drop out rate is?
A guy was walking along a river bank and saw a blond on the other side. He yelled out, "How do I get to the other side?" The blonde yelled back, "You are on the other side?"
Thanks SteveA for another "Hillary for Prison 2016" reminder. :)
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