MANICHAEAN
09-10-2012, 08:26 PM
A Flight of the Imagination.
“This is your Captain speaking.”
“Please fasten your seat belts, as we will shortly be going through the mother and father of all turbulence.”
As I listened to the screams from the door behind me, I pulled back the joystick of the 747, climbed vertically until the plane stalled, executed a loop the loop, plummeted vertically 20,000 feet, barrel rolled just above the trees, before leveling out to land like a marsh mellow on Runway Number 1 at Heathrow International.
A quick taxiing to the terminal, flanked by fire trucks and then the engines were switched off.
“This is your Captain here again. Welcome to London and thank you for flying British Airways. Hope to see you on future flights soon.”
“This is your Captain speaking.”
“Please fasten your seat belts, as we will shortly be going through the mother and father of all turbulence.”
As I listened to the screams from the door behind me, I pulled back the joystick of the 747, climbed vertically until the plane stalled, executed a loop the loop, plummeted vertically 20,000 feet, barrel rolled just above the trees, before leveling out to land like a marsh mellow on Runway Number 1 at Heathrow International.
A quick taxiing to the terminal, flanked by fire trucks and then the engines were switched off.
“This is your Captain here again. Welcome to London and thank you for flying British Airways. Hope to see you on future flights soon.”