I was just irked!
Off to staff travel.
Passed Captain Plonker on the way - standing outside the Training Centre shouting into a mobile phone to impress a group of trainee cabin crew.
Take my number disc and join the queue. Two ahead of me - fifteen to twenty minutes at most. Not too bad.
There's another pilot at personnel filling out forms. In comes Capt. Plonker still wah-wahing on the mobile. Pilot-pal says, "Here's your number mate" and hands him a disc as arranged earlier...
["Get me a number when you get there old chap!" "No problem" "Great!"]
First in the queue naturally.
Takes his mass of complex family ID90 routing requests to the counter and blocks the system for forty minutes, holding up the whole process while taking calls on the mobile every five minutes.
He could have done what everyone else does when making complicated multiple bookings - drop them off early in the morning and pick them up later. But not Capt. Plonker... Oh no! His brain was replaced by an ego at the flying school...
We've all had the misfortune to run into Capt. Plonker haven't we? A complete Plonker both on and off the flight deck.
