CIRCLING MDA CAT A 860/HAA 624. TEMPORARY CRANE 493FT MSL
[INTERIOR OF AIRCRAFT FLIGHTDECK. SOME KIND OF WING-THING, WHO CARES.] SWEAT is beading off the NECK of the CAPTAIN, as he wrestles the controls during a very challenging night circling approach in bad weather. But the CAPTAIN is a STUD.
C/A Eastwayne: Don't worry. I've got this. [camera pans slowly in to the icy glare from the CAPTAIN's eyes. He is COMMITTED to get this plane-load of Country and Western Music enthusiasts in to Atlanta and thence back to their homes, families, and loving housewives].
[The CAPTAIN picks up his microphone, and presses the button to call the Lead Hostie/Trolly-Dolly]
C/A Eastwayne: (into microphone): Calm the women and children, that's on Order, all is well. We are landing.
F/O Tremblelip: But, sir, the weather is at minimums! And I don't think we're authorized to circ...
C/A Eastwayne: That's enough of your backtalk, I have a job to do and I mean to do it! Now, make yourself useful and check the NOTAMs for any unlighted cranes within the protected circling area. Be quick about it!
[PAGES and PAGES of perforated paper fly around the cockpit as the F/O desperately attempts to find the relevant NOTAMs and the aircraft jolts from side to side]
F/O Tremblelip: You're right, sir! There is an unlighted crane at 493ft MSL...somewhere within a 4.5nm radius of the runway threshold, sir!
C/A Eastwayne: Good work, Tremb...whatever your name is. Now stop sniveling and set my altitude pre-select at 494ft. We're going in.
[The airplane LANDS, safely. Ground crews come streaming out to carry the Captain away on their shoulders, cheering]
F/O Tremblelip: I still don't think we were authorized to circ...
C/A Eastwayne: [Still being carried about by cheering crowds of ground-crew] No one cares what you think.