My Ex's Plane Crashed

[wordsmythe]

Subject: My Ex's Plane Crashed
Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 10:20:40 -0700

Some of you may know my ex-wife, Judy. She had started taking flying lessons about the time our divorce started (1975) and she got her license shortly before our divorce was final, later that same year. Yesterday afternoon, she narrowly escaped injury in the aircraft she was piloting when she was forced to make an emergency landing in Southern Tennessee because of bad weather. Some could call it a crash; an accident at the least. Our kids were with me at the Beach House this weekend.
National Transportation Safety Board officials have issued a preliminary determination citing pilot error contributed to the accident, and Judy was flying a single engine aircraft (a basic model, at best) in IFR (instrument flight rating) conditions while only having obtained a VFR (visual flight rating) rating.

The absence of a post-crash fire was likely due to insufficient fuel on board. No one on the ground was injured.

Photographs below were taken at the scene show the extent of damage to her aircraft.

She was very lucky.

[Made in the USA]

Wordy---ya can't make fun of EX WIVES!!!!
Descrimination!!!!!!!!!!!1 AAAHHHHH!!!

[TexKan]

It was the X hubby that fueled the damn plane up to begin with!!

[Outofdodge]

Originally Posted by TexKan

It was the X hubby that fueled the damn plane up to begin with!!

This reminds of something I witnessed in an Atlanta GA area Kroger once.

It was a Saturday and I guess the Ga Bulldogs were playing and I assume lady drew the short straw for a beer run. The lady was obviously in a hurry as she was moving a quick pace through the aisles and was frankly inconsiderate to several people.

As luck would have it, there were some long lines in the checkout area and she got in my aisle. There was a sweet little gray haired lady between me and the young "lady". The party in front of me had some price dispute and the cashier called for a price check. The "lady" saw this and sighed very loudly then muttered several profanities about cashiers, lines, and price checks which drew attention towards her. The gray haired woman behind me smiled and in her best grandmotherly sothern drawl stated:

"Don't worry honey, just git yourself over to aisle 9 and buy one of them brooms. With that fancy new broom and the stiff fall breeze, you'll be home in time for the kick off"