Sunday, August 31  

I Found A Jerk, I Found A Jerk!

Heh, speaking of jerks...... I found one!

Not a client, but a fellow traveler.

I've just spent a few days in Hobart, Tasmania - my home town - and attended a fundraising cocktail party as well as a family wedding.

I flew out tonight headed for Sydney. It was to be a 1/2 hour stop, then take the flight home. About 45 minutes out of Sydney a storm hit and a ton of planes were forced into a holding pattern.

We were running out of fuel so turned back to the nearest big airport (Melbourne) to refuel.

We refueled and were soon on our way.

But we got into Sydney so late, and the backlog was so big, that all the people on the plane missed connecting flights.

The Pilot Walks Past

We're standing there in the airport waiting for hotel rooms (where I'm writing this from) to be booked when the pilot walks past me.

A guy standing near me screams at him:

"Why don't you check the fuel gauge........ you idiot!"

Mmmmm, not sure if blaming the pilot for not crashing the jet really makes a lot of sense?!

Cheers

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