A pilot left home
early one morning to meet up with some buddies and do some
work in his hanger. "What time will you be home?" the man's
wife inquired. "Probably about 1:30; I'll have lunch at the
airport and be home after that." the man replied.
The hours passed and one thirty came and went. The man's
wife became increasingly worried as the clock ticked past
3:00 o'clock and then 6:00 pm. The man finally rolls in the
driveway at about 7:00 pm, presents his wife with a pizza,
and begins his apologetic story.
I finished cleaning the plane about 11:30 and had lunch with
the fellas. On the way home I saw this attractive girl with
a flat tire on her car. I just had to stop and help her out.
When I got the tire changed she offered money. Naturally I
refused; I just couldn't take money for helping a lady in
distress. So she suggested that I at least allow her to buy
me a beer. She said there's a tavern just up the road, and
they have a restroom, you can clean up a bit. Not wanting to
be rude, I agreed and we had a beer, then another, and then
a couple more.
I realized that this girl was not only pretty, but she was
very friendly, funny and a good companion to spend time
with. Before I knew it, we were in the motel next door
making love. And that is why I am so late getting home.
Naturally his wife was furious as she looked him right in
the eye and said "How dare you! You come home late and tell
me this lie...
YOU WENT FLYING, DIDN'T YOU?