Mayday, Mayday

Sat Feb 22, 2014 7:25 am

May Day, May Day


A blonde was flying in a two-seater airplane.
The pilot has a heart attack and dies. She, frantic, calls in a mayday.
"Mayday! Mayday! Help me! Help me! My pilot had a heart attack and is dead. I don't know how to fly. Help me! Please help me!"
She hears a calm voice over the radio saying:
"This is Air Traffic Control. 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. Take a deep breath. Relax. Everything will be fine. Now, give me your height and position."
She replies, "I'm 5'4" and I'm in the front seat."
There's a pause and then, "Okay, repeat after me; Our Father, Who art in Heaven ....."

Re: Mayday, Mayday

Sat Feb 22, 2014 9:30 am

Bus Driver wrote: . . . "This is Air Traffic Control. 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. Take a deep breath. Relax. Everything will be fine. Now, give me your height and position." . . ."

I thought at this point she was going to reply:
"I'm on the ground at the end of the runway."

Re: Mayday, Mayday

Sat Feb 22, 2014 10:10 am

Jim Becker wrote:I thought at this point she was going to reply:
"I'm on the ground at the end of the runway."
:Dito: