I think us humans are the only species on this planet which creates scenarios and imposes self-invented rules upon itself where it’s not allowed to relieve oneself for hours at a time. Granted, we’re also the only species that can comfortably take a dump while travelling at 900 km/h at 30,000 feet altitude, so I guess we’re cursed and privileged at the same time.
However, I think we all have been where Jason is in this comic. Are there any people out there who do not go quiet in a situation like this? I think that’s pretty universal.
I think when I was a kid, I was a bit like Jason in this comic strip. In fact, I still am a bit like that today. The only difference is maybe that it’s not so many questions, but rather the fact that I can’t get a particular question out of my mind until I have it answered. Thank god for universal internet access and Wikipedia. It certainly makes my life more bearable!
This exchange happened almost exactly the same way in real life. It was many moons ago on my first charter flight ever as brand new Part 135 pilot when I had 2 couples for a tour over Malibu in the Bell Jet Ranger. We were fully loaded and I was a little worried with this being my first job and all. On top of that, the couple decided they wanted to go up for more than an hour last minute (after I had fueled the helicopter already, of course) and they were big people. We were right at the max gross weight capabilities of the aircraft and I wanted their exact weights to be sure we’re not over.
The guy who paid for the flight told me everybody’s weight while being very confident about how much his wife weighs. But she overheard the conversation and me asking about exact weights and suddenly became nervous. She asked me why their weight was so important and I tried to explain my situation to her without going into too much detail. She leaned over and whispered “Well, actually it’s 150, but don’t tell my husband!” She probably thought that because of her lying to her husband about her weight we now won’t get off the ground.
I had to laugh because I had already written down 150lbs for her weight anyways since I always give myself some wiggle-room and the weight he gave me for her obviously seemed a little on the low side.
Of course I didn’t tell her that.
Where I used to work we flew right over a golf course if we were departing southbound. Being the cartoon-type creative mind I had always wondered what would happen if we “picked up” a golf ball on departure. I’m sure it wouldn’t have been pretty in real life.
Still it didn’t seem as threatening as what we had near our practice area where we did a lot of our training. There was a skeet shooting range close by so I always made sure I gave that one a really wide berth …
Speaking of golf balls: I just recently learned that the snorkel heads on our Sky-Cranes had to be re-designed at some point so they don’t suck in golf balls which then would ruin the tank doors. I guess engineers originally didn’t think about the possibility of the Crane dipping out of golf course ponds. But then again you can’t think of every scenario ahead of time …
It’s important to find the right balance between trusting somebody and verifying their actions. And it’s not that easy. Exert too much control and you frustrate your employees and reduce productivity, trust too much and verify too little, and you end up with what can be seen in politics around the globe.
Decisions, decisions. I might react similar to Chuck here, because as a libra, I tend to be indecisive. Fortunately my ascendant sign is sagittarius, which means I don’t believe in astrology!
I have my own logbook, with exactly one hour of instruced flying logged. The (very patient) flight instructor was a close relative of mine (guess who), and the model we flew was the Schweizer 300 that is featured in today’s strip. I sure thought there was a lot of glass around the cockpit too!
Oh, and sorry for the slight delay with today’s upload,. Some days, it just seems that everybody wants to talk to you at the same time, and as soon as you hang up the phone, the next person calls you…
I already mentioned this in our Facebook group, but for those who didn’t see that: I will be going to AERO in a couple of weeks. We don’t have a table, so I will be roaming around the premises on Thursday 25th and Friday 26th.
Since it’s my first time, and I don’t have a base of operations there, I have no idea how to do this, but if any of you out there want to meet up, please get in touch with me! Or look out for a guy with a Chicken Wings t-shirt, when you’re there. I will not, as some people suggested, run around in a chicken costume!
I’m in a really big hurry today and can’t think of anything smart or funny to write, so I guess I better don’t write anything then. But damn! I can’t seem to even get that right, since I obviously just failed at not writing anything!
Anybody who has ever been to the International Helicopter Expo will know about the “bag of swag”, the tote-bag of helicopter related gift and promo items that gets heavier as the day goes on. Some people even seem to have turned this into a sport of some kind.
So when Vertical Magazine asked us to make a comic about HAI, the big bag everybody carries around was the first thing we thought of. And I am sure this will not come as a surprise to you that Chuck is taking the promo gift collecting to a whole different level.
And I have an announcement to make:
Meet me at the Vertical Magazine Annual Beer Party at booth C4125 today between 3pm and 5pm! I’d love to meet with the helicopter guys among you all who can make it to HAI Heli-Expo in Las Vegas this year! Every time the show finds itself in Vegas, it always seems to be the biggest Convention with the most people for some reason. I am not quite sure why that is