I can understand Julio’s frustration. Going out to a bar with Chuck must be taxing. Although it can probably also be entertaining, if you like to see other people fail.
In the heat of summer this is probably an even more inappropriate pickup line than usual. Anybody would have a hard time building snow men now. Come to think of it, this pickup line has quite its geographical limitations, considering how many places there are on earth where it never snows.
So Chuck finally has a girl’s attention and he is reaching deep into his bag of tricks to keep her interested. It seems a lot of you wish him the best. Maybe he deserves to get lucky one of these days. The long-time readers among you know of course that Chuck has been on one or the other date before but has not yet been able to hold on to a chick for a longer time.
Bad hearing does seem to be an aviation affliction though. I think it runs in the fixed-wing side as well but I know for sure it’s affecting the helicopter side. My own family is proof of that. Almost all my in-laws have worked around helicopters and chainsaws at one point or another and none of them hear well. You should hear the sound level at those family gatherings!
It’s along the lines of …
“It’s windy today!”
“What? No! It’s Thursday!”
“So am I! Let’s have a beer!”
I am also starting to feel the effects even though I am much more careful around helicopters the older I get. I am spending way more money on better headsets and helmets now that I used to. It’s worth it! Unfortunately it doesn’t undo the damage you do as a young buck not listening (even though the hearing was better then) what to old aviators are telling you …
Oh my goodness! Has hell frozen over? Are pigs a’flying? Does the sun rise in the West? It seems that Chuck finally meets with sweet success … and handles it accordingly.
Hope you’re all having a great Friday morning, everybody! Rejoice! The weekend is near! To everybody who’s at the AERO in Friedrichshafen today, come and meet me at the Fliegermagazin area (A5-325) where I’ll be signing books from 11:00 to 13:00!
I’m sure all of us have daydreamed about winning the lottery, right? Even though I am convinced that the lottery is just an ingenious scheme to put an additional tax on the great unwashed masses while at the same time giving them the illusion of being able to escape their squalor, I still buy a ticket once in a while. The reasoning behind that decision is that, even though I know the statistics are against me, I feel like I have to give luck a chance to strike. I can’t complain about never winning the lottery if I don’t play in the first place.
It is important to not make gambling your primary investment vehicle though. I’ve seen little old, poor looking ladies spend what seemed like their whole disposable income on lottery scratch tickets, and stuff like that just breaks my heart. But spending $10 or something a month on things like that is perfectly fine in my book.
Here in Europe there is a continent-wide lottery game, where recently there was a 100 million Euro jackpot. I have to be honest, I wouldn’t know what to do with that kind of money. Although it’d certainly qualify as a problem everybody would like to have, having a windfall of that magnitude would probably totally disrupt your life.
You’d probably have to keep really quiet about it. In our case, I’m sure you guys would notice though, because there would suddenly be a Chicken Wings animated TV series! And in Chuck’s case, I guess Julio would suddenly find a complete Corsair in the hangar …
Leaving all reasonable investments aside, what would be the most ridiculous or extravagant purchase you would make if you suddenly had a hundred million Euros or Dollars?
We should send Chuck on one of those flirt seminars. But on the other hand, maybe not, because we’d be missing out on a lot of entertaining missed approaches!
It looks like Chuck is two years behind with his pickup lines. Not that I think that particular line would have worked two years ago.
I mean seriously! What are the odds?
I know explaining a joke doesn’t make it funnier, but just on the off chance that some people don’t get it (we showed it around with mixed results), please comment below, and we will try to explain it.
According to Alasdair, our reader who wrote us with this idea, this really happened, albeit at a supermarket checkout instead of a bar. Too bad that there are no epaulets for comic artists! Or maybe I should start this fashion trend? One stripe for each comic strip that’s being published, and medals for special achievements, such as unpaid bills. I’d soon look like a third world dictator!