I filled up my gas tank for $2.79/gallon yesterday. It would seem that the apocalyptic predictions of soaring gas prices have once again been temporarily averted. I guess it's a good thing I didn't invest in that rice-powered car after all.
A car is a mode of transportation that some people, myself included, use to get to work on a daily basis. (that was my segue for the following anecdote...ya know, to make it flow)
Yesterday, at work (*ting*) I was having a conversation with my coworker Rick concerning my future career as a helicopter pilot. He had asked me what the training process entails, so I went on to tell him how you must first get your private pilot's license and then build upon that foundation, adding additional certifications over time. "What kind of additional certification would you need?" he asked.
"Well, there are several. There's your instrument rating, your external load certification, your certification to fly a helicopter with a turbine..."
It was at that point that Rick erupted in uncontrollable laughter. I quickly thought back through what I had just said, trying desperately to figure out what could have been so funny. My stupefied expression must have been asking the question for me, because through his laughter he proceeded to explain.
As it turns out, I had inadvertantly slipped in one of those phenomenal un-planned puns that blends so perfectly into a story, most normal people never even pick up on it; but Ricky was on top of his game that day. He went on to say that when I mentioned you need special training to fly with a turbine, he immediately pictured me sitting in the pilots seat dressed as a Sikh, wondering why I needed special certification to fly with a long piece of cloth wound tightly around my head. Clearly he heard "Turban" instead of "Turbine" and we both got a much-needed laugh out of the little miscommunication.
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