Passengers on a small commuter plane are waiting for the flight to
leave. The entrance opens, and two men walk up the aisle, dressed
in pilot uniforms -- both are wearing dark glasses, one is using a
seeing-eye dog, and the other is tapping his way up the aisle with a cane.
Nervous laughter spreads through the cabin; but the men enter
the cockpit, the door closes, and the engines start up. The
passengers begin glancing nervously around, searching for some
sign that this just a little practical joke. None is forthcoming. The
plane moves faster and faster down the runway, and people at the
windows realize that they're headed straight for the water at the
edge of the airport territory.
As it begins to look as though the plane will never take off, that it
will plow into the water, panicked screams fill the cabin--but at
that moment, the plane lifts smoothly into the air.
The passengers relax and laugh a little sheepishly, and soon they
have all retreated into their magazines, secure in the knowledge
that the plane is in good hands. Up in the cockpit, the copilot
turns to the pilot and says, "You know, Bob, one of these days,
they're going to scream too late, and we're all gonna die."
