killbilly
Vocals, Lyrics, Triangle, Washboard, Kittens
Standing on the LIRR this morning en route to the AirTrain, a guy sitting a few feet away looks up at me. We are the only two people in the train car at 0430. He’s dressed in what I would call “security guard casual.”
“Hey, are you a pilot?”
I nod. “That’s right.”
“Something I’ve been meaning to ask one of you guys…is the world flat?”
For a split second I pause, wondering if he’s messing with me, but Spidey sense says no. His eyes are guileless, his voice sincere. He really wants to know.
I chuckle a little. “No,” I say, and smile. “It’s not.”
“Oh, ok. Sometimes I hear pilots say that but I was never sure.”
“Yeah, I think they just like messing with people. I assure you, it’s not flat.”
He smiles widely, seems satisfied. “Okay, thanks man.”
Train pulls into Jamaica and we part ways.
Guys, quit messing with people. They’re buying it. There’s a law of unintended consequences here.
“Hey, are you a pilot?”
I nod. “That’s right.”
“Something I’ve been meaning to ask one of you guys…is the world flat?”
For a split second I pause, wondering if he’s messing with me, but Spidey sense says no. His eyes are guileless, his voice sincere. He really wants to know.
I chuckle a little. “No,” I say, and smile. “It’s not.”
“Oh, ok. Sometimes I hear pilots say that but I was never sure.”
“Yeah, I think they just like messing with people. I assure you, it’s not flat.”
He smiles widely, seems satisfied. “Okay, thanks man.”
Train pulls into Jamaica and we part ways.
Guys, quit messing with people. They’re buying it. There’s a law of unintended consequences here.
