Running out of fuel (e.g. poor fuel management) is grounds for loosing your license from the FAA. Here in PHX, years back a guy ran out of fuel and landed his plane on Interstate 10, got out, pushed the plane off the road, and walked back a couple miles to a gas station. When he returned he put a couple gallons of gas in the plane, got the help of a semi truck driver to block the road, jumped in, fired it up, took off quickly, clipped a truck stopped on the side of the road with his wing and crashed. To think he almost got away with it all.
A few years ago i was flying back from Helena, Montana to Sacramento, California with a connecting flight in Salt Lake. I was only one of five passengers to fly from Helena to Salt Lake. TSA "randomly" picked me for extra screening. I was only one not in a suit, I had just come from working at the Exxon bulk fuel terminal and was still wearing work clothes and i smelled like fuel and sweat. Anyways TSA found nothing, because i didn't have much more than an extra set of clothes in my bag. Found it funny because they searched that bag like I was the anti-christ or something. I will give the an A for effort, they were very thorough in their search. After arriving in Salt Lake and walking from one end of the airport to the other end of the airport I decided to upgrade to First Class, figured i deserved to treat myself to a few amenities. First Class boards first, but I was busy getting a quick bite, so by the time I boarded the plane it was more than half full. First Class had maybe a dozen people in it, and I walk down the aisle getting dirty stares because of the way I am dressed and most likely because of my smell too? Sat down near a woman in a business suit, and I heard her exhale something like "ah crap".
All that time in Detroit and you didn't pick up on it? You should have spent less time stuffing drink stirrers down Rae's blouse. Tom
You're supposed to take a shower before you fly first class. I'd have said "crap" too if someone smelling of fuel oil sat down next to me. Sweat I can deal with. But fuel oil makes me want to vomit. I also mutter "crap" when I'm on one of those propeller planes with the tiny seats (most flights from Spokane to Seattle or Portland are propellers planes operated by Horizon) and someone sits down next to me who is so fat they overflow into my seat.
Just take a shower after dousing yourself with fuel oil before you get on the plane, that's all. Or were you referring to the comment about obese people in small airplane seats? I saw pictures of you from Detroit. I'd prefer to sit next to Catherine Zeta-Jones, but you don't appear to be obese.
He's not... not really. He just thinks he is. I've been the uncomfortable, obese person in the middle seat, trying very hard NOT to encroach into anyone else's seat area, and so arrived, hours later, with muscle spasms in my upper back and shoulders from hugging myself too tightly the whole way. Remember, us fluffy ladies need love too.
I am pretty wide Daniel, actually I am morbidly obese according to the charts and I need to do something about it. Giving up smoking was easy compared to cutting back on food though and tearing myself away from this bloody keyboard to exercises when I can chat with all you wonderful people is hard too. Right now I have a skin infection on my shin which requires me to keep my leg up and rest which I am trying to do but that also precludes exercise doesn't it? Biggest problem sitting next to me is my shoulders are wider than the seat, which is a problem when I have a bloke next to me with wide shoulders. Rae, I'd cuddle into you should I be in the seat beside you, I think we would both be very comfortable. Flip up that arm rest.
Pat, you are supposed to measure yourself standing up, otherwise it throws the charts out of whack. Tom
