The photographer for a national magazine was assigned to get photos of a
major fire. Smoke at the scene was too thick to get any good shots, so he
frantically called his home office to hire a plane.
"It will be waiting for you at the airport!" he was assured by his editor.
Sure enough, when he arrived at the small rural airport, a plane was warming
up near the runway. He jumped in with his equipment and yelled, "Let's go!
Let's go!" The pilot swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the
air.
"Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer, "and make
three or four low level passes."
"Why?" asked the pilot. "Because I'm going to take pictures! I'm a
photographer, and photographers take pictures!" said the photographer with
great exasperation and impatience.
After a long pause the pilot said, "You mean you're not the flight
instructor?"
[forwarded by Frank Walton]
today'sTHOT============================
Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.
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