There’s a Turtle on The Runway
I’m watching this animal when I hear a very soft “uh oh” and feel the nose pitch up ever so slightly, but what caught the corner of my eye was a movement toward the flap handle. My head snaps around just in time to hear a little louder “oh no” and see Lou pull the yoke all the way back to his chest. Instantly I know this is not going to be a healthy landing for any of us. I feel, more than see, what’s happening and my mind is in warp drive. The aircraft, from a grand total of five feet from the ground, has been pulled nearly straight up, and the flaps are extending to full deflection.
One was about five-foot two-inches tall, brunette. She was wearing her sleepwear, which consisted of short boxer shorts, flip-flops and a half T-shirt no sleeves. My heart skipped a beat.
I sat for most of the morning and well into the afternoon waiting for my interview. I should have just left, but hindsight is 20/20. My turn came and I walked into the interview room to be greeted by not one, not two, but three captains in full uniform standing in a line with their hats tucked under their left arms. They were all perfectly identical in height, weight, blue-eyed, blond hair (not really, the hair I mean). I thought, “Good grief, it’s the marching band trio.” Well let’s get started.