You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Broadcasting your every random thought across the friendly skies.
Imagine opening your libido, flushing your mind, and filtering it through your manhood. Then take that volatile mess and mix it in your potty mouth.
Now imagine you spit that venom into the atmosphere, naming names and bluntly saying what you want to do with those named.
Imagine you say who is fat and who is hot. Imagine calling some of your co-workers grannies, and grandes and gays.
Imagine talking about who you might sleep with, who you would never sleep with.
Now imagine broadcasting all this on an open radio frequency while flying across the great state of Texas.
Well imagine no more. This happened. The words of insensitivity rained down like a radioactive storm cloud of intolerance.
The Southwest employee sounds more like a frustrated frat boy than a pilot who is responsible for 100’s of lives and a multi million dollar aircraft.
How does this happen? The pilot didn’t know his mic was left open.
What a buffoon. Even the guy at Jack in the Box knows when the microphone is on.
“Ah welcome to Jack in the Box. Man I really want to do that chick. Would you like me to super size that for ya baby.”
It doesn’t happen. You know why? Because the drive thru guy isn’t that freaking stupid.
The Southwest Pilot is. He touched on topics that many men mention on any given day. The only difference is, most men are not broadcasting these thoughts in a profanity laced tirade at 36,000 feet.
Thankfully the passengers on board didn’t hear the rant, but plenty of other pilots and air traffic controllers did as he uncorked his dark psyche across Texas.
According to abc news; it happened on a flight from Austin to San Diego.
Maybe this kind of talk is OK at a bar with your buddies. Maybe it’s acceptable at a frat house with the keg tap in hand.
Maybe. Maybe Not.
But broadcasting it into the wild blue yonder. It’s crazy. The pilot was suspended, not fired.
“Now I’m back in Houston, which is easily one of the ugliest bases. I mean it’s all these (expletive) old dudes and grannies and there’s like maybe a handful of cute chicks,” he said.
Dude shut up!
You’re lucky you are still allowed to fly. If this happened at the Jack in the Box, they’d take your spatula and kick your ass to the curb.
Word to the wise. If you are sitting on a microphone, a bull horn or a drive through loudspeaker, keep your mouth shut, and your opinions to yourself.
And that is crazy.™