Mayday…Mayday

Mayday…Mayday

A blonde is on board a small two-seater airplane when suddenly the pilot dies.

Not knowing how to fly a plane she grabs the radio.

“Mayday, mayday!  My pilot just died!”

Ground control received her call for help and answers back: “Don’t worry, madam.
l’ll talk you down, just do as I say.  First I need you to give me your height and position.”

“I’m 5″2′ and sitting in the right front seat.”

Ground control: “Repeat after me: Our Father….. which art in Heaven….

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