Botox Doctors Furious?2012-Nov-08 by Jeff Goin
OK, the video is done and I’m kicking back for a moment, relaxing, perusing the interewebs.
While reading an ABC story on airlines and marveling at the wisdom of Spirit Airlines’ punishing carry-on bag fee ($100 if you pay at the gate), I came across an ad. “Your city: Mom Makes Botox Doctors Furious”. Sounds fishy, I thought, but read on. “Mom Reveals Clever $5 Wrinkle Therapy That Makes Botox Doctors Furious”. Right. Has Quackwatch written all over it.
Of course she does. It’s called Photoshop.
Fourth Of July
I’ve been flying airliners of various sizes into Chicago’s Midway airport for years, including many 4th of Julys. The airport is surrounded on all sizes by dense housing and those folks like their fireworks just as much as anyone. Problem is, when we’re on final approach, a quarter mile from the runway, our 200 feet or so of altitude BARELY clears the bigger boomers–it’s a bit disconcerting.
I can only imagine what it would be like for a PPG pilot flying (illegally, of course) at night on the fourth.
Thanks to Mom for sharing this.
2012-June-08 by Jeff Goin
Southwest Airlines has some interesting traditions even in flight ops. One of them is the “revnap” which verifies our revenue/nonrevenue passengers. After everyone is boarded, the flight attendants do a count, write it on a napkin (not a form, a napkin) then hand it to us in the cockpit so we can check our load data. Some of them are rather creative as was the case with an extra napkin that showed up with the revnap.
It took me a second to “get it” but then I got a good chuckle.
We probably wouldn’t consider this a proper Etymology but then hey, I suppose it’s possible!
Thanks to creative Flight Attendant Katie Ron Shausen.
A Packin’ Captain & Getting Lost
Submitted by Jim Filgut,
The scene is from back when cockpits had round dials, flight engineers and navigators. The crusty old-timer captain is breaking in a brand new navigator.
The captain opens his briefcase, pulls out a .38 and rests it on the glare panel. He asks the navigator, “Know what this is for?”
“No, sir,” replies the newbie.
“I use it on navigators that get us lost,” explains the captain, winking at his first officer.
The navigator then opens his flight bag, pulls out a .45 and sets it on his chart table.
“What’s THAT for?” queries the surprised captain.
“Well, sir,” replies the navigator, “I’ll know we’re lost before you will.”