From the “What the Fuck Department”
The two pilots? The ones who “forgot” to land in Minneapolis? You wanna tell me what was up, like 35,000 ft. up, with that? I mean, they were definitely napping right? No way you’re so caught up in a cockpit conver, you ignore THIRTEEN desperate calls and e mails from the ground. Not possible. But this is the thing. I figure there’s no more boring job on earth than flying. First of all cuz you’re on automatic pilot most of the time. And second, because if you’re lucky, what the fuck is there to see out there: sky, more sky, a couple of clouds, maybe. The only kind of stuff that makes flying more interesting is precisely the kind of stuff you pray to God never, ever happens. Like getting hijacked, or having a bunch of birds fried in your engine and landing on a river. The rest of the time, it’s ho hum, ho hum. I’ll have another cup of coffee, please. Unless, of course, you’re the happy pilot on an Air France jet and there are two flight attendants lap dancing and stripping in the cockpit. (I saw the clip on Gadling). Anyway, what a wake up call. For all of us.
The only story better than the two napping pilots who forgot to land is the one about the couple who forgot to look at the brochure before boarding Italy’s very first all gay cruise. Apparently, they had NO idea till it was too late. Huh? Were the 1,498 same sex couples checking in all around them pretending to be straight? And if not, what did exactly did they think, seeing guys holding hands? Kissing? Did they think it was some kind of friendly, Freemason’s cruise around the Med? Apparently, they’re suing. Only in Italy, folks. Only in Italy where the Prime Minister is screwing around with under age prostitutes at his vacation villa can a couple still be SHOCKED by an all gay cruise…
The Italian “cruisers” boarding that ship had to be more asleep at the switch than not only the two (drowsy?) pilots over Minneapolis, but the intrepid, rum-filled captain from your last post.
“That’s Amore!”
It says a lot about my attention span, but personally I’m shocked that pilots don’t jointly fall asleep more often. I’m positive that we get a lot of solo-snoozing, where one of them looks over and says, “Be back with you in 40. I got stuff to do in dreamland.” So it’s inevitable that during these catnaps the other guy just drifts off a little, you know, like we do. Like I do, anyway.
But evidently these pilots are made of sterner stuff, and they rarely nap while working. Freaks.
well, guys.. it seems the guys were on their fucking LAPTOPS!! I mean, can you freakin believe it? TOTALLY out of touch for one hour, not even an occasional peek at their instruments, because they were on their laptops.