Thanks to General Aviation News columnist Ben Visser for forwarding along this story from a canard builders: A pilot comes home late…
He left home about 8:30 a.m. to do some work in his hangar at the airport with his friends. On the way out the door he answered his wife’s “what time will you be home?” question with “probably about 1:30, I’ll have lunch at the airport.”
Well, 1:30 came and went, then 3 p.m. passed, still not home at 6:15…He finally rolls in the driveway about 7 p.m., and presents his wife with a pizza, and begins his apologetic story: “I finished cleaning the plane about 11:30, had lunch, and I started home, when alongside the road I saw this attractive girl with a flat tire on her car. I stopped to help, got the tire changed, and looked around for a place to wash my hands. She offered money, but I refused, so she suggested that I at least allow her to buy me a beer. She said there’s a tavern just up the road, and they have a restroom, you can clean up a bit. I agreed to stop, we had a beer, then another beer, then a couple more, and I realized that this girl was not only pretty, she was very friendly, and a good companion to spend time with. Before I knew it, we were having a rendezvous in the motel next door. And that is why I am so late getting home.”
His wife looked him right in the eye and said, “Don’t lie to me; you went flying, didn’t you?”
