You are a South African bush pilot. You fly in some critical medical supplies, enjoy a quick lunch at the hospital. It's a stifling 100 degrees in the shade and you're eager to get back up to the cool, high blue yonder. On the way back to your plane, you discover that the only bit of shade, within 10 miles, has become very popular . . . You start calculating the distance to the plane door . and wonder . .
Do I feel lucky today?"
Simple. Just point away from the plane and shout, "Look! A wounded zebra!"
Then run like hell for the plane door.
Posted by: Harvey at May 24, 2006 09:17 AMHoly Cow!! I mean, Lion!!
Posted by: Richmond at May 24, 2006 01:35 PMHit the remote start and it will chop them up....
Posted by: _Jon at May 24, 2006 08:05 PMSure that isn't Kenya?
Posted by: Peter at May 24, 2006 08:06 PM