Being a flight instructor is fun, because for the rest of your life you get “Did you see about that crash in Poughkeepsie?” “No, where’s Poughkeepsie?” “I don’t know, but a small plane went down there.” “Okay. Haven’t heard of it.” “What do you think happened?” “No idea.”
Like the idea that you haven’t actually heard of this plane crash doesn’t seep into their minds. You’re like Rhonda from Tremors; “Aren’t you supposed to have like a theory or something?”
If you have heard of this wreck, like if everyone is watching the same The News talking about “Coming up on the hour, a small plane crash lands in Poughkeepsie. All that and more, after the break.” Everyone turns to you for answers. And I’m like “Guys I’m going to wait about a year for the NTSB to publish their report, then I’ll tell you all about it.”
Being a flight instructor is fun, because for the rest of your life you get “Did you see about that crash in Poughkeepsie?” “No, where’s Poughkeepsie?” “I don’t know, but a small plane went down there.” “Okay. Haven’t heard of it.” “What do you think happened?” “No idea.”
Like the idea that you haven’t actually heard of this plane crash doesn’t seep into their minds. You’re like Rhonda from Tremors; “Aren’t you supposed to have like a theory or something?”
If you have heard of this wreck, like if everyone is watching the same The News talking about “Coming up on the hour, a small plane crash lands in Poughkeepsie. All that and more, after the break.” Everyone turns to you for answers. And I’m like “Guys I’m going to wait about a year for the NTSB to publish their report, then I’ll tell you all about it.”