ppragman
FLIPY FLAPS!
So I walk out of the office monday with my clipboard in hand heading to my bird and this guy wearing a big cowboy hat, and belt buckle the size of montana and an awkward scowl looks me in the eye and says:"Boy, this here 182 I been flying up from *insert southern state* is thirsty, give me 15 gallons a side. I looked him in the eye and said, "No." His eyes got real big and he says, "Well why the hell not!? This is a gas station idn't it?" To which I reply, "true, but I don't pump gas here, I'm flying that airplane you blocked in, I was going to tell you that you needed to move so I could launch." There was a pregnant pause, "so you don't pump gas?" "No." "So you fly that," he pointed at my 207. "Yep." "Ehhhh, sorry, its kinda hard t' tell ya know?"
No, I don't know. Damn tourists.
No, I don't know. Damn tourists.