ERAU_Girl
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- Joined
- Sep 2, 2003
- Posts
- 12
wow, to many men posting on a web board is much like to many men in a bar... there are bound to be some fights... Everyone here has worked hard to get where they are, doing what (hopefully) they love....
Why is everyone trying to argue over who's regional is worse? Its like when you are in kindergarden and you used to argue over whos red crayon was better. The majority of regionals suck, and then you move on to a major and sit on reserve for 5 years before you can even see a schedule, you finally get a schedule and you b!tch and moan because you arent flying the A330 yet, and your captain should have been institutionalized years ago... and then you become to old to fly and you sit around on your front porch telling stories to the grandkids about how you used to fly a beech back in your day and they dont make those airplanes anymore, what a shame. About once a year you get off your retired butt and you go to an airshow to see the antique planes, and you tell the pilots how you used to fly that plane back in your day with (insert regional here) and the pilot could really care less, and your keep on rambling about how you remember the time that you flew that plane into (insert small airport here) and you (insert not so amazing feat here) and all the while the pilot of the plane is trying to please you and look interested but he is really thinking about the hot chick looking at the plane next to his, and maybe just maybe if he can get you to shut up he can go and hit on her....
anyway.... good luck
Why is everyone trying to argue over who's regional is worse? Its like when you are in kindergarden and you used to argue over whos red crayon was better. The majority of regionals suck, and then you move on to a major and sit on reserve for 5 years before you can even see a schedule, you finally get a schedule and you b!tch and moan because you arent flying the A330 yet, and your captain should have been institutionalized years ago... and then you become to old to fly and you sit around on your front porch telling stories to the grandkids about how you used to fly a beech back in your day and they dont make those airplanes anymore, what a shame. About once a year you get off your retired butt and you go to an airshow to see the antique planes, and you tell the pilots how you used to fly that plane back in your day with (insert regional here) and the pilot could really care less, and your keep on rambling about how you remember the time that you flew that plane into (insert small airport here) and you (insert not so amazing feat here) and all the while the pilot of the plane is trying to please you and look interested but he is really thinking about the hot chick looking at the plane next to his, and maybe just maybe if he can get you to shut up he can go and hit on her....
anyway.... good luck