Plane Foolishness

I'll never fly a certain airline again. Here's why.

Monica, one of our station's sales assistants, is married to a commercial airline pilot who can't get a driver's license.

I find this out one day when Monica tells me her daughter is driving him over to the station to help set up for a client party.

"Why isn't Lou driving here himself?" I asked.

That's when Monica revealed that her husband, who gets behind the wheel of big commercial jetliners at least three times a week, can't drive a motor vehicle because he randomly blacks out.

"We're at the mall, he'll be sitting there ... and he just passes out," Monica laughed. "It's unbelievable."

I don't find it funny. I fly, or, I should say I did fly, on the airline he works for. I tell her I'm horrified.

"Oh, it's no biggie," she insisted. "If Lou passes out, one of the other guys in the cockpit takes over."

Unless the other guys are asleep, too.