THIS IS the story of a blonde flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot. He has a heart attack and dies.
She, frantic, 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! 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. Just take a deep breath. Everything will be fine! Now give me your height and position.”
She says, “I’m 5’4” and I’m in the front seat.”
“Okay,” says the voice on the radio, “repeat after me: Our Father. Who art in Heaven…”