This is the story of the blonde flying in a two-seater airplane
with just the pilot. He has a heart attack and dies. She, frantic,
calls out a May Day.

“May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! My pilot had a heart
attack and is dead. And I don’t know how to fly.
Help me! Please help me!”

She hears a voice over the radio saying:

“This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear.
I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground.
I’ve had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. ‘Now,
just take a deep breath. Everything will be fine! Now give
me your height and position.”

She says, “I’m 5’4″ and I work for the DNC”

“O.K.” says the voice on the radio….

“Repeat after me: Our Father. . Who art in Heaven. . . ..”

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