Maximilian_Jenius
Super User
Ohhhh my now children. It’s been a long time since Grandpa Jynxy told is stories... but I suppose just this once.
See long long ago, in a horrible time for pilots which will come back someday, a pilot group took a low wage to fly 50 seaters around, called TSA. This is before the Blue shirted Airport Smurf Mafia came into being and ruined air travel and touched little children and grandmas under the guise of security. Which is a story I will return to someday.
Anyhoo, old TSA, we’ll just call him John, John wanted to keep on flying, get rid of those turboprops and maybe turn their little life into a big life with 50 seat barbie jets. Now John was a thinking, we’re taking on a lot of new flying and new airplanes, and it wasn’t that long ago those bags of • a couple states over paid for their job and their training, so we were just happy to have those new aircraft that were (it turned out) the future. So along comes Mr. Hulas Kanodia, a dragon, and finds a wealth of new jets for his pilots to fly. John is overjoyed that the dragon brought him new jets to play with, but, John wasn’t going to fly bigger equipment for free, so John asked for a few bucks more an hour to fly this larger and better jet. The Dragon said, no, and then formed another man out of clay, called Scabbers the Rat. Scabbers the Rat took all the flying he could, worked for even less, and smiled while doing it. The rat Scabbers was so happy, and gobbled up all the flying he could, and dragged the pay down for lots of other pilots, and made the whole industry trade real gains on their contract for Scope provisions in section 1. Then the funniest thing happened, everyone was angry at the filthy rat. They pooped on him whever they could, and the dragon laughed and laughed at the rat and poked him with a golden walking stick he made from all John’s and Scabbers labor. The Rat was sad, and angry, and he blamed it on all the other people in the story because really it was their fault. Then Scabbers tried and tried to get a labor union, and they all said die, until one day, the garbage collector union of a land called St. Louis took their money and gave them nothing. The Dragon and the other people laughed and laughed at Scabbers and to this day you can still hear it echo through all the land.
Then the dragon started hiring folks with operating their horse and wagons under the influence of mead. And their flying was taken away by a company who paid their people...i mean another skilled labourer of the town called Endeavor. It was a stupid name for a man, or a company, but whatever right? They took their flying, and none of their pilots, and the dragon ate the rat and all his stupid rat friends. The end.
Goodnight chlidren.
Those 550's tho!