The day one embraces the FAA for simplicity and function is a sad day, indeed.
The second greatest lie ever told was "Hello! I'm from the FAA, and I'm here to help you!'
(The first involves a vacuum cleaner. I'm not really sure how it goes, but it sucks).
When we find EASA hiding in the wings, waiting for the crew to show up, spying on the preflight and writing people up for their stupid hunter-orange glow-in-the-dark, we-can-see-you-from-space suit, who can't tell a drain-hole from a bullet hole, and who grade people on a ramp check based on their manner of dress, they begin to compete with the FAA for confusion and professionalism.
How can you tell the person approaching you on the ramp is FAA? Look for mismatched socks.
Last edited by SNS3Guppy; 10th March 2011 at 16:27.