Air Traffic

[Rondy]

A frantic blonde woman calls out a May day. "Mt pilot has had a heart attack and is dead. I don't know how to fly this thing."
She hears a voice on the radio saying: "This is air traffic control, I hear you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground. Everything will be fine, what is your height and position?"
The blonde says: "I'm 5' 4" and I'm in the front seat."
After a long pause:
"OK" says the voice on the radio. "Now repeat after me."
"Our father who art in heaven............................"

[retrocop]

Coming in on a wing and a