A commercial pilot’s job is full of dedication and responsibility. But hey captain, what were you up to flying so low… given that our place is no way near air strip. You have to be on the ground to know how it feels when the Rolls Royce engines’ loud sound make you think that this damn machine is going to crash on our heads. The time is up! Finish!
So you are most welcome to our city if you had just arrived. And if you had taken off (which I doubt) then have a nice and safe flight back.
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I hate landings that are bumpy – I like the lines
So you are most welcome to our city if you had just arrived. And if you had taken off (which I doubt) then have a nice and safe flight back.
Sounds like the airhostess….
By: Nadeen on June 2, 2008
at 10:22 am
Seriously Nadeen that scared me
It never happens here… I hope all was well with the plane and crew.
I hate turbulence that is usually called CAT in the aviation lingo :-S
By: Ayesha on June 2, 2008
at 2:01 pm
The last time I flew through turbulence was for good 5 hours over Atlantic ocean coming back from US…That was an adventure and a half…trollies floating around as if it were the birds, the crew in stop-start positions; the people half-awake going through this nightmare; food splattered across their faces and on seats and the rest dribbling aross the side panels, etc…Pilots reminding everyone to remain calm as they thought of the alternatives but there is not much of an alternative when you are above the ocean and underneath the torrents of nature..Screens switched off and then all you hear is the silence within yourself…of all the what-if scenarios, and then you remember your creator..and hours later we forget, as it never happened to us, as if were never there…as no one flies underneath those shadowy skies….
Infact, I have an idea…I am going to write a short story called ” Turbulence”…….
By: kashkin on June 2, 2008
at 5:31 pm