On one particular flight the pilot had hammered his plane into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, give a smile, and a “Thanks for flying XYZ airline.”
In light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment, but no one seemed annoyed. Finally everyone had gotten off except for one little old lady walking with a cane. She approached and asked conspiratorially, “Sonny, mind if I ask you a question?”
“Why no Ma’am, what is it?”
“Did we land or were we shot down?”
This reminds me of a trip I was taking into Atlanta from Kansas City. I had an aisle seat and a young mother was at the window, and her 6 year old daughter was in the middle. She was smart as a whip, chatty and not afraid of strangers, and had a lot of us around her giggling most of the flight. I let her play games on my laptop and listen to music. When we landed in Atlanta, it was borderline stormy, with very variable winds. As such, we actually bounced a couple of times before we settled to… Read more »