IDENTITY CRISIS
The
photographer arrived at the airstrip just an hour before sundown. Sure enough,
a small Cessna airplane was waiting. He jumped in with his equipment and
shouted:
“Let's
go!”
The
tense man sitting in the pilot's seat swung the plane into the wind and soon
they were in the air, though flying erratically.
“Fly
over the north side of the fire,” - said the photographer - “and make several
low-level passes.”
“Why?”
- asked the nervous pilot.
“Because
I'm going to take pictures!” - yelled the photographer. “I'm a photographer,
and photographers take pictures.”
After
a long pause, the “pilot” replied:
“You
mean, you're not my instructor?”
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