DOC'S DAILY CHUCKLE 7/7/14
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DOC'S DAILY CHUCKLE
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My grandson turned 13 and received a flight instruction
class for his birthday. He flew a plane for the first
time this weekend. He did the taxiing, take off and flying.
His instructor landed the plane.
Doc
Today's Chuckles
1. Airport Garage
2. Flying in Alaska
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Airport Garage
Dewey was returning home from a business trip,
bags in hand, and slowly making his way to his
vehicle in the crowded airport garage. Suddenly
a large dark car screeched to a stop in front
f Dewey, and the driver pointed menacingly at
him.
"Get in," the driver ordered. "I'll take you to
your car."
Startled, Dewey took a step backward. "Ah ... no
thanks," he answered. "I can get there myself."
"No!" the man barked back as he threw open his
passenger side door. "Get In!"
Dewey's eyes now darted around the garage, hoping
to find a security guard.
Just then, the driver's face softened. "Please,"
he said, "I've been driving up and down for an
hour. I can't find a space to park and I want
yours."
- from Mikey’s Funnies
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's
about learning how to dance in the rain... - Vivian Greene
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Flying in Alaska
I was inspecting communications facilities in Alaska.
Since I had little experience flying in small planes,
I was nervous when we approached a landing strip in
a snow-covered area. The pilot descended to just a
couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed,
and circled back. While my heart pounded, the passenger
beside me seemed calm.
"I wonder why he didn't land," I said.
"He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed,"
the man said.
As we made a second approach, I glanced out the window.
"It looks plowed to me," I commented.
"No," my seatmate said. "It hasn't been cleared for
some time."
"How can you tell?"
"Because," the man informed me, "I'm the guy who drives
the plow."
- from Thomas E. (via GCFL)
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