Wasted State
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I got paged into work tonight.
Get to the hanger all nice a toasty inside, open the main doors and the wind sliced through like a knife.
The old MU-2 shrieked, jumped over a Beech Baron and scampered for the open door to the pilots lounge, made a beeline dive for the couch.
Dragged her poor butt outside and now she sits shivering like mad chocked down on the frigid ramp awaiting the fuel truck.
Gonna be a long night.
Too bad were not off to Key West or Miami...