A former colleague, no longer in the land of the living, told a tale of a northbound trip from Brisvegas. The skipper was known to take a combat nap that generally lasted from transition to close to descent, and also known to be a world leader in low greenhouse emissions by only juts carrying enough fuel.
Our intrepid F/O is handed the controls immediately after the transition checklist and flew the rest of the climb and cruise working the wiz-wheel calculating if there was in fact enough fuel to make TVL.
Retribution was called for.
Bloggs managed to have the jet coupled to the ILS and with a landing imminent and the skipper still deep into his combat nap, Bloggs pressed the GPWS test.
"WHOOP WHOOP, PULL UP, PULL UP" Red lights flashing.
Holy Sh!t, or similar, exclaimed the skipper, who woke with quite a start to a windscreen full of lights and quite a low nose attitude!
