by SoupOrMan on Mon Jul 07, 2008 1:01 am
The world of maintenance was always, uh, interesting. We called it "psychological field testing" whereas other people would call it "messing with the aircrews' minds."
"Okay, he's doing The Running Man dance. What's that mean, Bob?"
"I think the weapons bay doors are open."
"Oh. Then why is the assistant crew chief swinging two pairs of chocks over his head?"
"I think that means the right side engine isn't up to full rotation yet. Either that or he's going to charge into a horde of barbarians and try to club many of them to death all at once."
"Then why are those airmen pointing at us and running away?"
"Either they finally recognize our superiority, or I did something to set the left side engine on fire again."
"Oh. So, have we got tee time set up already at Hill?"
"Yep. We're good to go. And where's the smoke coming from?"
If your wings don't sweep, you probably never got stationed at Cannon. RIP 429ECS