evangilder
"Shooter"
Pilot Heaven
So... this old pilot dies and is met at the pearly gates by St. Peter.
"OH! I see you were a pilot", says St. Peter... A Follow Me tug arrives.
St. Peter takes the pilot to a beautiful celestial airport with perfect
smooth runways of all descriptions and hangar after hangar filled with
the most wonderful aircraft ever made. "The keys are in them, fly
anything you want. Fuel is no issue, they don't ever run out".
Then he takes him over to a classy little joint at the FBO and brings
him inside. There's a buffet with all the best food and a fully stocked
open bar with nothing but top shelf liquor. Sitting around the tables
are some of the finest pilots that ever lived. St. Peter introduces him
to a few and sits down to have a drink with him.
"Man! This really is heaven?" says the pilot, "Certainly not what I was
expecting, this is wonderful!"
St. Peter just smiles and nods and pours him another drink. After
sitting and drinking and reveling in it all for awhile, the pilot
recognizes an old familiar sensation. Tentatively he asks, "Uhm, St.
Peter? Uh... I sure wasn't expecting this with this here brand new
heavenly body, but I do believe I need to go find a rest room to uh...
go relieve myself. I don't see any of the usual signs on doors, where
should I go?"
"Oh, no problem", says St. Peter, "Just follow me".
St. Peter takes him out back and shows him to the edge of a little hole
in a cloud. "Just go right there".
The pilot walks over to the edge of the hole in the cloud and looks down
over the edge. "Uh, St. Peter? There appear to be some people down
there..."
"Oh that's OK", says the old Saint, "They're from the FAA ..."
So... this old pilot dies and is met at the pearly gates by St. Peter.
"OH! I see you were a pilot", says St. Peter... A Follow Me tug arrives.
St. Peter takes the pilot to a beautiful celestial airport with perfect
smooth runways of all descriptions and hangar after hangar filled with
the most wonderful aircraft ever made. "The keys are in them, fly
anything you want. Fuel is no issue, they don't ever run out".
Then he takes him over to a classy little joint at the FBO and brings
him inside. There's a buffet with all the best food and a fully stocked
open bar with nothing but top shelf liquor. Sitting around the tables
are some of the finest pilots that ever lived. St. Peter introduces him
to a few and sits down to have a drink with him.
"Man! This really is heaven?" says the pilot, "Certainly not what I was
expecting, this is wonderful!"
St. Peter just smiles and nods and pours him another drink. After
sitting and drinking and reveling in it all for awhile, the pilot
recognizes an old familiar sensation. Tentatively he asks, "Uhm, St.
Peter? Uh... I sure wasn't expecting this with this here brand new
heavenly body, but I do believe I need to go find a rest room to uh...
go relieve myself. I don't see any of the usual signs on doors, where
should I go?"
"Oh, no problem", says St. Peter, "Just follow me".
St. Peter takes him out back and shows him to the edge of a little hole
in a cloud. "Just go right there".
The pilot walks over to the edge of the hole in the cloud and looks down
over the edge. "Uh, St. Peter? There appear to be some people down
there..."
"Oh that's OK", says the old Saint, "They're from the FAA ..."
