This is the story of the blonde flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot. The pilot has a heart attack and dies... She is frantic and calls out a "May Day."
"May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! My pilot had a heart attack and is dead. And I don't know how to fly. Help me! Oh my God, please help me!"
She hears a voice over the radio saying: "This is Air Traffic Control and I have you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground. I've had a lot of experience with this kind of problem.
"Now, just take a deep breath. Everything will be fine! Now give me your height and position."
She says, "I'm 5'4" - and I support Obama."
"O.K." says the voice on the radio... "Repeat after me: Our Father. . . Who art in Heaven . . ."
-------------------- "Being deeply learned and skilled, being well trained and using well spoken words; this is good luck."
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