Fishing where the fish are…..


Looking out for Number One and all that…..

So I found out (by mentioning her) that the chickie in the hangar the other day is hanging around the airport checking out ALL the planes…and their owners. I am not all that and a bag of chips (I ain’t hung, ain’t handsome and ain’t rich), but I do own an airplane, so that got me noticed…..

She apparently is looking for a wealthy man to be her next (apparently third) husband, and has chosen pilots (or airplane owners) as her prey and airports as her hunting ground….I ain’t the only one she’s approached and she is, while somewhat mercenary, apparently a pretty nice gal, according to others.

I guess “a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do” and all that.

That’s where the money is” (Willie Sutton when asked why he robbed banks).

2 thoughts on “Fishing where the fish are…..

  1. If she keeps casting out bait, she’ll eventually haul one in. Life is a two-way street, so she may end up finding someone exactly like herself and reap the consequences of what she has sown.

  2. If she’s persistent enough eventually she’ll find a victim. If her victim is smart he will find a way to avoid the wedding ring…and the inevitable family court rape.

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