Category: Airline Stories

WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?

Being married to a pilot means your husband is never home when you really need him.

In the morning before he was due to leave on a transatlantic flight, the pilot’s wife complained to her husband that their car does not start in the morning.

“What do you think I am an auto mechanic?” - said the pilot indignantly. “Get the man from the garage come down and have it fixed.”

Just then, the sound of a honking car was heard. The airline captain picked up his bag, kissed his wife and left, not to be seen for a week.

The next week, the wife griped that the door to the kitchen does not close properly and could her husband do something about it. Again the pilot was ready with an answer:

“Do you think I am a carpenter? I make enough money so that we can afford to have a handyman replace all the doors in the house.”

And off he went winging into the blue skies.

The next time, it was the water-faucet that was dripping, then the flowers were affected with a mysterious affliction but her hubby invariably told his wife to get a specialist to fix the trouble. Then one day the complaints stopped. The car started at the turn of the key, all the doors opened and closed silently and effortlessly, the bathroom tap no longer dripped and the flowers in their garden were blooming as never before.

“What happened?” - inquired the pilot. “Did you have a lot of trouble getting all these things fixed?”

“No trouble at all,” - replied his wife with a bright face. “A neighbor who is very good with his hands was kind enough to offer me his help and managed to put everything back in working order.”

“And what did you give him in return?” - demanded her husband. “Did he accept money?”

“He told me I have two choices: I can either sing for him, or go to bed with him.”

“And what was your choice?”

“Who do you think I am, a singer?”          

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