A dashing young aviator has finally scraped together enough cash to hire the local flying clubs Cessna 152 for a couple of hours to practice his cross country navigation.
On his return leg he lands at a busy airport and after checking in with the tower and paying his fee, he has just enough left for a coffee.
On reaching the lounge he finds it jampacked with smartly uniformed airline types with a smattering of military.
Feeling like a very small fish in a big pond he makes his way to the only vacant table.
He has just sat down when a stunning blonde enters and after looking round makes he way to his table.
As she does so every head turns to watch her progress.
He can feel the waves of envy directed at him from all directions and starts to feel rather pleased with himself.
After sitting down opposite she asks if he is a pilot
"Yes as a matter of fact I am"
"Oh really how wonderful and what sort of plane do you fly?"
"A C 152"
"What sort of plane is that?"
He points to a Hercules sitting on the apron
"You see that one just there,well that's a C 130.
On his return leg he lands at a busy airport and after checking in with the tower and paying his fee, he has just enough left for a coffee.
On reaching the lounge he finds it jampacked with smartly uniformed airline types with a smattering of military.
Feeling like a very small fish in a big pond he makes his way to the only vacant table.
He has just sat down when a stunning blonde enters and after looking round makes he way to his table.
As she does so every head turns to watch her progress.
He can feel the waves of envy directed at him from all directions and starts to feel rather pleased with himself.
After sitting down opposite she asks if he is a pilot
"Yes as a matter of fact I am"
"Oh really how wonderful and what sort of plane do you fly?"
"A C 152"
"What sort of plane is that?"
He points to a Hercules sitting on the apron
"You see that one just there,well that's a C 130.