I realize that my writing has gone to pot. That's a product of being three(ish) months out of practice. It's hard to get back into the habit of writing correctly and regularly. But that's my issue to deal with now isn't it?

Anyway, I'm San Luis Obispo, California this morning. I have a wonderful crew and I am just thrilled to be at work today. The company for which I work pairs Captains and First Officers (me) together for the whole month. Let me tell you, I have been incredibly fortunate this month. I have was paired with one of the most amazing Captains I have had the honour to fly with. He's pretty wicked.

Yesterday, on the flight to Colorado Springs, I was telling the Captain a story about a prank that I played on Jason last month. When I was telling it, it made me think, "geeze, why didn't I put this on my blog?" So here's how it went.

For those of you who frequently travel through airports, you may have noticed that pilots are always dragging these rectangular, leather cases around. Those are called flight kits. It's basically our toolbox. It contains manuals and charts and maps and logbooks and pens, a flashlight, a headset, paperwork, Excedrin, etc. It's the bag that we take up to the cockpit to do our jobs.

Well, needless to say, at the Phoenix apartment there is usually a flight kit lying around. If both Jason and I are there at the same time, there are two. Now, in case you didn't know, we have a new roommate, a flight attendant, Katie. One day, Jason was out at the store and Katie was cleaning her room. Jason's flight kit was just sitting there, unguarded and vulnerable. What choice did I have? I asked Katie if she had an old pair of underwear that she felt she no longer had a use for. She did. And I took them. And I put them in Jason's work manual. I put the manual back in his kit and closed it up.

Later that day, Jason came home and put on his uniform, and put his rig together and headed out to the airport. Well apparently, Jason's Captain called out sick or was reassigned to a different flight or something, because he ended up with a lady Captain who happens to be a friend of mine. After Jason parked his flight kit he opened it up and pulled out his manual. I just wish I could have seen the look on his face when a white, lace thong dropped on his lap in front of the Captain! WHO WAS A GIRL!