LANDING CHECK
Bob was inspecting communications facilities in Alaska. Since he had little experience in flying in small planes, he was nervous when they approached a landing strip in a snow-covered area. The pilot descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed, and circled back. While Bob's heart pounded in his chest, the passenger beside him seemed calm.
"I wonder why he didn't land?" Bob asked.
"He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed," the man said.
As they made a second approach, Bob glanced out the window. "It looks plowed to me," he commented.
"No," his seat mate said. "It hasn't been cleared for some time."
"How can you tell?" Bob asked.
"Because," the man informed him, "I'm the guy who drives the plow."
Bob was inspecting communications facilities in Alaska. Since he had little experience in flying in small planes, he was nervous when they approached a landing strip in a snow-covered area. The pilot descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed, and circled back. While Bob's heart pounded in his chest, the passenger beside him seemed calm.
"I wonder why he didn't land?" Bob asked.
"He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed," the man said.
As they made a second approach, Bob glanced out the window. "It looks plowed to me," he commented.
"No," his seat mate said. "It hasn't been cleared for some time."
"How can you tell?" Bob asked.
"Because," the man informed him, "I'm the guy who drives the plow."