flydaddy0499
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Holy Crap!!!!!!!! I thought this thread went the way of a Flightinfo Imodium dosage. Oh well, here's my contribution to the Great Turd-Schlocking Thread:
In a C-402C underneath the bright and clear Texas sky; I felt a little twitch in my tummy @ 11,000 ft, headed back to DAL. Never before having the privilege of such intestinal revolt in the cockpit left yours truly somewhat unprepared for what happened next. Yes, I admit that the Richter scale rumblings had previously not graced my presence in the cockpit, but this night was certainly to be different. A juicy NY strip (cooked medium) was oh so great going down about 1 hour earlier. I am sure the steakhouses in AMA have most certainly claimed their fair share of freight dogs in the past. Ooops, there went another pre-shock. Quickly recognizing that 9.5 was just around the corner, it was either my flight bag, the co-pilot's seat or the cargo bags right behind my head. You guessed it, the cargo bag was calling my arse to empty it's steaming contents like a pornstar begging for a....(nevermind). What kind of cargo you ask? Bags full of developed film neatly sealed in more pastic bags waiting to be delivered to you local Walgreens, CVS, Eckerd's, etc.
Uh, oh, here comes the 9.5 as I slide over between the two seats. It's a close one as the cargo bag is opened and the plastic bag inside opened to receive the bacterial remains of a once-fine bovine.
I never knew what became of the bag and it's bacterial contents, but I am quite sure that some poor photo lab guy working the night shift at a pharmacy in the Dallas area has a pretty good idea.
Flydaddy.
In a C-402C underneath the bright and clear Texas sky; I felt a little twitch in my tummy @ 11,000 ft, headed back to DAL. Never before having the privilege of such intestinal revolt in the cockpit left yours truly somewhat unprepared for what happened next. Yes, I admit that the Richter scale rumblings had previously not graced my presence in the cockpit, but this night was certainly to be different. A juicy NY strip (cooked medium) was oh so great going down about 1 hour earlier. I am sure the steakhouses in AMA have most certainly claimed their fair share of freight dogs in the past. Ooops, there went another pre-shock. Quickly recognizing that 9.5 was just around the corner, it was either my flight bag, the co-pilot's seat or the cargo bags right behind my head. You guessed it, the cargo bag was calling my arse to empty it's steaming contents like a pornstar begging for a....(nevermind). What kind of cargo you ask? Bags full of developed film neatly sealed in more pastic bags waiting to be delivered to you local Walgreens, CVS, Eckerd's, etc.
Uh, oh, here comes the 9.5 as I slide over between the two seats. It's a close one as the cargo bag is opened and the plastic bag inside opened to receive the bacterial remains of a once-fine bovine.
I never knew what became of the bag and it's bacterial contents, but I am quite sure that some poor photo lab guy working the night shift at a pharmacy in the Dallas area has a pretty good idea.
Flydaddy.
