"Chicks dig astronauts"---ahh if only that were true.
For those who do not know--I have a home in Titusville, "Space City USA", just outside of Cape Canaveral. About 3 years ago I flew for USF&W (we managed the land that is leased to NASA for launches--its cool to fly right over the pads...
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There was a career day at "Astronaut High School", (all the streets are named after astronauts too), and I flew a helicopter to the school and had it parked on the outside basketball court. On one side of to me was a Space Shuttle Pilot who had actual moon rock with him and various pieces of space suit etc, and on the other side of me was the local Ford dealer who brought one of the new Mustang Convertibles.
Well you guessed it---when the students were let out of the theater where they were having lectures---they could care less about the astronaut OR the helicopter----they all went to the car. So young'uns---if you want to impress the ladies--Forget school, Forget learnin, forget fame and glory---just get a paper route and buy a mustang.
On a more humorous note--and I see the next strip in this---True story--I spent the whole day with the astronaut and the car salesman, and as is the case with guys, you just have to ask.. I found out that ones "boys" feel REALLY free in space with out a gravitational field to interfere and make them "hang"--specially when wearing boxers not briefs.
Sorry mom--its a guy thing..
