So I just Finished doing a quick flight test. The owner if the aircraft was kind enough to lend us his machine and time in exchange for goods.
So he's a private owner rich guy. Really nice very gracious etc. And if he was 35 years old I'd be amazed.
Anyhow at the place where he keeps his aircraft there are Lots of private jets etc. Nothing but bmw mercedes range rover in the parking lot On my way out these two loud awful women with the heavy Italian snooki accents are yelling back and forth cursing and swearing. They are getting ready to Board a citation. Not arguing, just being loud and obnoxious. Dripping in jewelry. Very unpleasant all around. And blocking my way to the exit. Totally in need of a falcon punch.
The point of my story? I don't know.
So he's a private owner rich guy. Really nice very gracious etc. And if he was 35 years old I'd be amazed.
Anyhow at the place where he keeps his aircraft there are Lots of private jets etc. Nothing but bmw mercedes range rover in the parking lot On my way out these two loud awful women with the heavy Italian snooki accents are yelling back and forth cursing and swearing. They are getting ready to Board a citation. Not arguing, just being loud and obnoxious. Dripping in jewelry. Very unpleasant all around. And blocking my way to the exit. Totally in need of a falcon punch.
The point of my story? I don't know.
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