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AAC Cadet Leader · 8 December 2007, 10:35 AM

The Kari-Keen Man continued...
“Not nearly what you know, mister. I’m sure of that.”

“How old are you, young lady?!” he demanded.

“I’m eighty-seven,” I said with a smile.

He looked at me with a sickened look of puzzlement.

Then I reached into my canvas bag and pulled out the antique pilot license I carry around for a conversation piece. It's a doctored-up license from 1930 with a small sepia photo of me rubber cemented on it, and held in an original leather case with the gold embossed words, ‘Pilot License’ on the outside. I opened it up and showed him.

“See?” I said, “Right here it says, ‘Date of Issue May 1, 1930, age 29.’ So if I was 29 in 1930, that makes me eighty-seven now. I’ve been flying even longer than you have, mister!”

Here, he wanted a fight, and I was funning with him. He didn’t even crack a smile. His face turned redder and more confused. Then as I launched into my five minute-long Frozen Barnstormer tale that goes with the antique pilot license, he got even angrier with me.

“That license is illegal!” he reprimanded.

“Yes, I know, but it’s just for fun,” I said with a big smile.

Then I pulled the license out of the case, and turned it over to show him the back of it. My handwritten words on the back read, ‘This license is not valid and is intended for amusement purposes only!’

Now, normally, if I see I'm bothering someone, I’ll try to make amends quickly, but this guy was mean to me and I did not like him, either. And I was having too much fun now to stop. I proceeded to pull out my authentic FAA Commercial Pilot Certificate and handed it to him. He examined it.

“See? That’s my real one!” I said. “…But that one’s illegal, too, because I’ve never signed it!” I said, laughing.

“Well? Why haven’t you!?” he said, incensed.

“I don’t know. Just haven’t gotten around to it yet, I s'pose.”

“You’re full of **** young lady!” he spat, getting up and tossing my real license back at me.

That was where we left it. I hope I never meet this man again and I’m sure he feels the same about me.

8 December 2007, 10:35 AM	#158 (permalink)
AAC Cadet Leader Have Goggles Will Travel! Contributor Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: california	*The Kari-Keen Man continued...* “Not nearly what you know, mister. I’m sure of that.” “How old are you, young lady?!” he demanded. “I’m eighty-seven,” I said with a smile. He looked at me with a sickened look of puzzlement. Then I reached into my canvas bag and pulled out the antique pilot license I carry around for a conversation piece. It's a doctored-up license from 1930 with a small sepia photo of me rubber cemented on it, and held in an original leather case with the gold embossed words, ‘Pilot License’ on the outside. I opened it up and showed him. “See?” I said, “Right here it says, ‘Date of Issue May 1, 1930, age 29.’ So if I was 29 in 1930, that makes me eighty-seven now. I’ve been flying even longer than you have, mister!” Here, he wanted a fight, and I was funning with him. He didn’t even crack a smile. His face turned redder and more confused. Then as I launched into my five minute-long Frozen Barnstormer tale that goes with the antique pilot license, he got even angrier with me. “That license is illegal!” he reprimanded. “Yes, I know, but it’s just for fun,” I said with a big smile. Then I pulled the license out of the case, and turned it over to show him the back of it. My handwritten words on the back read, ‘This license is not valid and is intended for amusement purposes only!’ Now, normally, if I see I'm bothering someone, I’ll try to make amends quickly, but this guy was mean to me and I did not like him, either. And I was having too much fun now to stop. I proceeded to pull out my authentic FAA Commercial Pilot Certificate and handed it to him. He examined it. “See? That’s my real one!” I said. “…But that one’s illegal, too, because I’ve never signed it!” I said, laughing. “Well? Why haven’t you!?” he said, incensed. “I don’t know. Just haven’t gotten around to it yet, I s'pose.” “You’re full of **** young lady!” he spat, getting up and tossing my real license back at me. That was where we left it. I hope I never meet this man again and I’m sure he feels the same about me. Last edited by AAC Cadet Leader; 10 December 2007 at 08:15 PM.