You people
I had that fateful morning, driven to the second rate airport at which I fully expected to pass in one event a Commercial pilot licence (frozen ATPL) and CIR with some witless wonder called an ATO. Lord knows the family had paid enough; so the idiot who 'done' me for speeding simply set the tone for the day, after all, who would be dumb enough to book a Ferrari doing 130 Kph in a school zone; really, you people.
Anyway, I breezed out of the 'joint', now a fully paid up Captain and finally be able to buy my 4 x half inch gold stripes to go with the 'windswept and interesting', shirt open look I had cultivated. There, in the car park was a Shire Goddess (382434) with a flat tyre; her poor little Porsche had a sore paw. I immediately assisted and whipped out my latest version android phone and actually spent 3 minutes explaining to the person answering my call the need for speed and that certain people should not be kept waiting. Meanwhile, I drove the beautiful heiress to an elegant restaurant close by, which just happened to serve her favourite Thai food.
Long story short, her Daddy was so pleased that a person (Captain no less) of my calibre had acted as the 'white knight', he set us up with an AOC a Gulf stream 5 and half a million operating capitol. Since then we have had to struggle a bit (Daddy's company has recently developed a small problem paying the bills) but fearless as I am, I have applied for a position with the CASA as a 'type specialist'. I expect the salary, perks and (mooted) possibility of a consultancy will see 'us' (and probably Daddy) through the next, short term financial crisis.
It is truly this easy, for the right folk. – Selah.
Last edited by Kharon; 24th Jul 2012 at 09:25.
Reason: Forgot - Ah forget it.