My really real birthday (III)

Long and the short of it is that I agreed to go up in the plane (4 seater Cessna). There we were, me and parky and the pilot, and this other dude in his early thirties. This dude had a leather flying jacket, flying glasses and all the other things you would expect someone to have if they believed themselves to be a pilot but really were still in the wishing stage. After one and a half hours wait, we were to go. But so was the strange ‘biggles’ looking dude. Unbeknownst to us at that moment (although we very quickly figured it out), at the same time as we were to be having a joy flight, he was to be having just another lesson on the way to gaining his pilots license (which, by the way, I hope he never gets).


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