MIflyer
1st Lieutenant
Heard this from my High School physics teacher, a former Naval aviator. I don;t think I have told this here before.
Just after WW2 there was a big auction at NAS Corpus Christi. They had a long row of surplus airplanes on the ramp as well as other equipment to be auctioned off. They announced that while they would be auctioning off the airplanes individually they would sell the survival kits separately, as a lot. People were there to buy airplanes and spare parts, so there were very few bidders for the survival kits; the winning bidder got them all for a low price.
Then they realized that each of those survival kits contained a rather nice inflatable life raft. "Huh!" the other bidders said. "That guy obviously owns a sporting goods store and he'll make a killing off of selling them to sportsmen, hunters and boaters. Wish I had thought of that!"
But then the wining bidder went down the row of airplanes, pulled out the survival kits, removed a very few items from the kits and left the rest of them sprawled on the ramp.
"Holy crap! Those kits have morphine in them! He is not running a sporting goods store. He is a drug dealer!"
They grabbed him. But if he had just rented a truck and hauled away the whole intact kits, no one would have been the wiser.
Just after WW2 there was a big auction at NAS Corpus Christi. They had a long row of surplus airplanes on the ramp as well as other equipment to be auctioned off. They announced that while they would be auctioning off the airplanes individually they would sell the survival kits separately, as a lot. People were there to buy airplanes and spare parts, so there were very few bidders for the survival kits; the winning bidder got them all for a low price.
Then they realized that each of those survival kits contained a rather nice inflatable life raft. "Huh!" the other bidders said. "That guy obviously owns a sporting goods store and he'll make a killing off of selling them to sportsmen, hunters and boaters. Wish I had thought of that!"
But then the wining bidder went down the row of airplanes, pulled out the survival kits, removed a very few items from the kits and left the rest of them sprawled on the ramp.
"Holy crap! Those kits have morphine in them! He is not running a sporting goods store. He is a drug dealer!"
They grabbed him. But if he had just rented a truck and hauled away the whole intact kits, no one would have been the wiser.