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Did you hear that the folks at Boing Boing got to name an airplane? They named the Virgin America plane Unicorn Chaser, which brings up an image of a mythical Pegasus-like creature tripping through the sky. Actually, “unicorn chaser” is a term they use for a beautiful sweet picture of unicorns used to help take your mind off the nasty, disgusting blog post that preceded it. But it works in this case. If I had that kind of opportunity, I’d name a plane something like Safety Net or World Wide Wait or something they’d never want to publicize.



St. Maartens is the airport with the lowest approach in the world. (via Bits and Pieces)

Orville and Wilbur Wright are generally considered to be the first in flight, but there are plenty of other men who flew in one fashion or another. Not neccessarily successfully.

The most extreme airports in the world.

Are you a Flying Arse?

Another badly-behaved-child-on-a-plane story.

What to do if your plane is delayed by drunk Nick Nolte.

As you go through airport security, you find the scissors in your purse are too big. You can leave the security line and mail them, or take them to your car (which could be quite a hike), but you’d have to start the security line all over again. Most people voluntarily surrender any contraband items to avoid missing their plane. The Wall Street Journal article looks at what various states are doing with the items that are confiscated. (via Look at This)

A harrowlingly detailed account of a near miss from a pilot.

Please don’t scream during the plane crash.

STRANGE NOISE

Taxiing down the tarmac, the jetliner abruptly stopped, turned around and returned to the gate. After an hour long wait, it finally took off.

A concerned passenger asked the flight attendant, "What was the problem?"

"The pilot was bothered by a strange noise he heard in the engine," she explained.

"Oh, and it took a while to fix it," said the passenger.

"Not exactly." replied the stewardess, "It just took us a bit to find a deaf pilot."

THE DOG

I was flying from San Francisco to Los Angeles.   By the time we took off, there had been a  45-minute delay and everybody  on board was ticked.

Unexpectedly, we stopped in Sacramento on the way.  The flight attendant explained that there would be another 45-minute delay, and if we wanted to get off the aircraft, we would reboard in 30 minutes.

Everybody got off the plane except one gentleman who was blind.  I noticed him as I walked by and could tell he had flown before because his Seeing Eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of him throughout the entire flight.

I could also tell he had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached him and, calling him by name, said,

"Keith, we're in Sacramento for almost an hour.  Would you like to get off and stretch your legs?"

Keith replied, "No thanks, but maybe my dog would like to stretch his legs."

Picture this ALL the people in the gate area came to a completely quiet standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with the Seeing Eye dog!  The pilot was even wearing sunglasses. People scattered. They not only tried to change planes, they also were trying to change airlines!

Pam Ann Flight to Paradise

Thought for today: Both optimists and pessimists contribute to our society. The optimist invents the airplane and the pessimist the parachute. -G. B. Stern

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Posted on Wednesday, 08.15.07 @ 12:01AM by Registered CommenterMiss Cellania in | Comments6 Comments

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I still shudder when I think of that flight. Thanks for the linkage :-)

And I love the story about the pilot and the seeing eye dog - too funny!
08.15.07 @ 12:03PM | Unregistered CommenterLisaBinDaCity
I had my share of funny and not-so-funny experiences during my business flying travel days; but the worst had to have been the "Flight of the Uncontrolled Flatus", where one of three persons in the row in front of me (and countless unlucky others downwind) were treated to bursts of SBD* at roughly 5-7 minute intervals for the full 2 hours of flight. Early aspersions cast in my direction were quickly dismissed with a shrug and a finger pointed forward; my prim and proper seatmates (two professional women of culture and erudition) were more annoyed than I was, though I did remark that having been "years off the farm, my olfactories were no longer immune to the distinct aroma of farm living", getting a pained but amused smile from the Lisa Douglass of the duet.

Nowadays, I drive cross-country ;-)

*Silent But Deadly
08.15.07 @ 01:30PM | Unregistered CommenterSkunkfeathers
My flight two years ago was held up for a donkey on the runway...which meant the ass was OUTSIDE the cockpit on this flight!
08.15.07 @ 03:05PM | Unregistered Commenteractor212
See to that Miss Celina Airlines gets a destination to Oslo, Norway! I have no dog, but I've love to stretch my legs too you know :-)
08.15.07 @ 06:22PM | Unregistered CommenterRennyBA
We are planning a trip to Hawaii for a week this fall and Pat doesn't like to fly. I don't think I'll show this post to her. But I enjoyed it.
08.15.07 @ 07:52PM | Unregistered CommenterDick
Great post, Miss C. FUNNY!!!!!
08.16.07 @ 11:34PM | Unregistered CommenterJacq

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