(Unlike me, cause I'm hung like the planet Pluto)
…Can’t see it with the naked eye…
Barump-bump.
Anyway... We're all like that. Insufferable. Can you blame us? We save you from yourselves and this is the thanks we get? You have the
nerve to complain? Are
we controllers up there trying to run into you? No sir. It's other pilots. But enough of this...
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a pilot who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very separation I provide, then questions the manner in which I boast about it while I'm drinking. I'd prefer you just said “thank you” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you get checked out on a position and work it.
