This is the story of the poor dizzy 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'm
in the
front seat."
"O.K." says the voice on the radio....
"Repeat after me: Our Father. . Who art in
Heaven. . . ...."
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