[thorn bird]

Old Pilot and Chili.
A young, newly anointed instructor struts into the Aeroclub bar. He sits at the bar and notices a grizzled old grey beard with his arms folded around and staring blankly at a full bowl of steaming chili.

After fifteen minutes, with his stomach growling and noticing the kitchen was already closed, the newby pilot, now ravenously hungry, bravely asks the old flyer, "If you're not gonna eat that, mind if I do?"

The old veteran of tens of thousands of flying hours slowly turns his head toward the young pup and says, "Nah, you go ahead." Eagerly, the young fighter pilot, wearing a crisp new uniform shirt, with shiny new epaulets in contrast with the veterans tarnished ragged set sagging off his shoulders, reaches over and slides the bowl into place and starts spooning it in with delight.

He gets nearly down to the bottom of the bowl and notices a maggot infested dead mouse in the chili. The sight was very shocking and he immediately barfed up the chili back into the bowl.

The instructor pilot quietly says, "Yep, that's as far as I got, too."

Not much to snippet this week, but this little story sort of reminds me how I felt reading wing nuts missive in the friday OZ.