There are some miserable sods in the world, and for some reason they seem to gravitate towards fixed wing aircraft.
The worst experiences are smaller fields dominated by a club, who's average membership age seems to be 100.
They can go out their way to make helicopters feel unwelcome.
One pleasant chap took umbrage to the small amount of dust that, unavoidably, would end up in his taxiway-side hangar.
Because he handled it so well, it became a sport to give his broom some work.
We eventually plagiarised some artwork and had some t-shirts made, most appreciated the joke.
