Two pilots were both wearing dark glasses. One was using a guide dog and the other was tapping his way along the aisle with a cane. Nervous laughter spread through the cabin, but the men entered the cockpit, the door closes and the engines started up.
The passengers began glancing around nervously, searching for some sign that this was just a little practical joke. None was forthcoming.
The plane moved faster and faster down the runway and the people sitting in the window seats realized that they were headed straight for the water at the edge of the airport. As it began to look as though the plane would plough
into the water, panicked screams filled the cabin. At that precise moment the plane lifted smoothly into the air.
The passengers relaxed and laughed a little sheepishly and soon all retreated
into their magazines, secure in the knowledge that the plane was in good hands.
In the cockpit, one of the pilots spoke to the other:
"Ya know, Bob," he says, "One of these days, they're gonna scream too late and we're all gonna die."
