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Join the contest SubscribeI've been on the top of that thing...that's frightening LOL
I've been on the top of that thing...that's frightening LOL
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Go ask her.Impressive... but can she make a sammich?
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I've been on the top of that thing...that's frightening LOL
Or the barrel ride to get there....The Gateway Arch is probably more scary to look down from due to how it sways in the wind.
I’ve seen this backfire in a pretty hilarious way, so be careful.
I’ve seen this backfire in a pretty hilarious way, so be careful.
When I started at my first real job(many many moons ago) we hired another young, new guy not long after. One Friday the whole shop took the last 45 minutes to clean up. Of course, somebody sent him to look for a squeegee sharpener. He fell for it but the parts manager caught him and explained it before he got laughed out of the shop. He went back to the guy that asked about the fake tool and said “GM wants to talk to you. He heard me asking for one of these and sounded pissed that we’re using so many of these”, but obviously hadn’t talked to our GM. Original guy went walking up front to talk to GM. GM didn’t have a fucking clue what he was talking about which is the moment he figured out he had been played pretty good. He took being fooled pretty well though, having to walk all the way through the shop being laughed at
Dad was a framing contractor forever- sent “Luke” all over town looking for shit that didn’t exist. When cell phones first got popular, he’d call ahead to the lumber yards and everyone would play along, then call ahead and send him across town to look for (board stretchers, nail sharpeners for the nail guns, roofing shingasos, etc….) and the best was when he got sent in to the cute pharmacist for a tube of Pap smear for chapped lips. Could write volumes on that stuff….
The following is from a pilot to some non-aviators. The pilot has played one-too-many practical jokes in his life.Dad was a framing contractor forever- sent “Luke” all over town looking for shit that didn’t exist. When cell phones first got popular, he’d call ahead to the lumber yards and everyone would play along, then call ahead and send him across town to look for (board stretchers, nail sharpeners for the nail guns, roofing shingasos, etc….) and the best was when he got sent in to the cute pharmacist for a tube of Pap smear for chapped lips. Could write volumes on that stuff….
I prefer this than what they offered me at the airport,The following is from a pilot to some non-aviators. The pilot has played one-too-many practical jokes in his life.
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I'll give all of you another tip that comes from the 40-plus years of my aviation experience. We use it for the aircraft but it can be used on your cars.
I don't use ordinary soap and water to wash my car. I use good old prop-wash. You won't find this in any auto parts stores or any of the big box stores like Walmart. You can only purchase it at your local airport.
Just drive out to any small airport and walk in the Fixed Base Operations (FBO) office and ask for some prop-wash. They will know what your talking about.
Don't act like you're a non-pilot as this stuff is not sold to the general public. Act like you are a pilot and know what you're talking about. To look like an aviator you need to approach the receptionist with a cocky-devil-may-care attitude. If you have a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses be sure to wear them even if it's dark outside.
If the receptionist is really attractive be sure to address her as "Baby." All real pilots address the girls at the airports as "Baby."
If you want to save money, go to the FBOs at the larger airports. Just walk in the front door and ask "Baby" for a 5 gallon container of prop-wash. That sounds like a lot to get for just one vehicle but you will save money by purchasing a large amount. If it comes in a concentrated form just ask for a one gallon can. Most concentrated brands of prop-wash recommend you dilute it in water with a 10-to-1 mix. For your car you only need to dilute it 40-to-1.
If you really want to save a lot of money call up Sporty's pilot shop at 1-800-776-7897.
It's not available on-line. You can only order it over the phone. If the sales representative tells you that Haz-Mat charges apply; don't believe them. They don't know what they are talking about. Tell them you want to talk with someone else to order the prop-wash.
Here's another tip. Rather than going to the lawn & garden store, you can use flight-line instead of the standard weed-eater line. So while you are getting some prop-wash ask for a spool of flight-line. If they try to sell you the 100 foot spool don't buy it. A little goes a long way because it's tougher than standard weed-eater line. A 10 foot spool of flight line is all you will ever need to your weed-eater.
Because it's marked "for aircraft use only," they will charge you an arm and a leg for it. Don't let that scare you away from using it for your weed-eater as you pay ten times more over a ten year period if you keep purchasing the standard weed-eater line at the lawn & garden store.
If you have a little time while you're at the airport and are hungry, most restaurants on the field have a special menu for the air crews. You won't need to order off the air crew menu. Just walk in the restaurant with the same cocky-devil-may-care attitude while wearing those sparkly Ray-Bans and tell the waitress, "I'll just have the 'high-speed-buffet' today." Be sure to address her as "baby."
'68 I was working as a welder's helper (grunt) on a pipeline/compressor plant site outside Ft. Stockton TX. HUGE complex, surrounded by pipelines with a temporary structure in the middle serving as a main hub for supplies, etc. & "Red", the head of the welding crews, stayed there. It was at least 5-600 yds. from the particular line myself, my welder, ("Coonie" Dudley), and a 3 other pairs of welders/helpers were working.I’ve seen this backfire in a pretty hilarious way, so be careful.
When I started at my first real job(many many moons ago) we hired another young, new guy not long after. One Friday the whole shop took the last 45 minutes to clean up. Of course, somebody sent him to look for a squeegee sharpener. He fell for it but the parts manager caught him and explained it before he got laughed out of the shop. He went back to the guy that asked about the fake tool and said “GM wants to talk to you. He heard me asking for one of these and sounded pissed that we’re using so many of these”, but obviously hadn’t talked to our GM. Original guy went walking up front to talk to GM. GM didn’t have a fucking clue what he was talking about which is the moment he figured out he had been played pretty good. He took being fooled pretty well though, having to walk all the way through the shop being laughed at
Fuck, that’s a crazy story. But my curiosity is piqued. Since I’m not a welder, what is Arc-All supposed to be?'68 I was working as a welder's helper (grunt) on a pipeline/compressor plant site outside Ft. Stockton TX. HUGE complex, surrounded by pipelines with a temporary structure in the middle serving as a main hub for supplies, etc. & "Red", the head of the welding crews, stayed there. It was at least 5-600 yds. from the particular line myself, my welder, ("Coonie" Dudley), and a 3 other pairs of welders/helpers were working.
Coonie thought it would be great fun to send his grunt (ME!) to the main shack for some "Arc-All". It's summer in TX....hot as hell.
Just so happens, (and unbeknownst to us peons) the Houston TX based conglomerate who had the contract had sent their company man there for an evaluation inspection that day. Also, just so happens, THAT man had years of welding experience on land as well as undersea (prolly why he had the job). Also, just so happens, he was talking to "Red" when I interrupted the conversation to ask Red for some Arc-All.
He INSTANTLY turned to me and said, "Son, who is your welder"? I told him and HE told Red to get in a pickup & go get Coonie. I knew right then that the shit was about to hit the fan, but didn't know if I was gonna get any on ME. Houston Boss let me know I'm GTG, not to worry.
Red shows back up w/ Coonie and BossMan says,"DId you send the man on a fucking Arc-All goose chase"?
Coonie: "Yes sir".
BossMan: "You're fired. Spool up your rig and get the fuck off my jobsite."
BossMan points to me......"Red, this man will now be YOUR helper here in the main site shack"! Pass the word, we're on a tight schedule and no more of this kind of bullshit will be tolerated."
Karma, baby! And THAT'S how I spent a summer in West TX under a tent!