After landing at another airport I decided to grab a sandwich before driving to my next destination. Dressed in regular business attire, which is not uncommon in a large airport, I approached the counter and ordered a chicken sandwich. After handing over a $5 and receiving my change she asked: Are you a pilot?
Well, what does a pilot look like? I thought. Surprising question since I was not in any sort of uniform. I brightened and said : “Why, yes I am. Why do you ask?”. She offered: “ Here’s another $0.40 cents”. “Oh. No, I’m not an airline pilot, just a…um…pilot” . That sure cleared things up. I handed back the discount. “I fly smaller aircraft”. She smiled and said “It’s OK you’re still a pilot. Not only that but I already rang it up”.
Was it my dashing looks or my confident demeanor? My snappy luggage? I walked on, daydreaming that I might possibly look like a four striper or fighter jock. More likely, she was just new on the job. Still, I’ve never been asked that question when ordering food. I’ve met a few members of the Blue Angels and they all looked like pilots. Maybe if I had one of those blue flightsuits…
“Never ask a man if he is a fighter pilot. If he is, he’ll let you know. If he isn’t, don’t embarrass him”.
“The average pilot, despite the sometimes swaggering exterior, is very much capable of such feelings as love, affection, intimacy and caring. These feelings just don’t involve anyone else”.