gregsivers said:
Seriously, but I have seen hot chicks at many of the airshows I've been to. But you can never have too many.
I'm in the Midwest, doing a relatively big airshow. Well, I'm under the wing in lawnchairs with my 2P and senior Flight Engineer. It's about 90 degrees in the tube, and I have the 3P, junior FE, TACCO, and radar operator giving the tours, helping people up and down the ladder. For some bizarre reason (probably because we weren't charging spectators for an interior tour, like the Confederate Air Force guys) we had a HUGE line of people waiting to see the vintage 1975 classic we'd flown in.
Then I spot 'em. Two hotties, waiting in line. Time to make the command decision. I zip up to the flight station and tell the 3P it's time for his break. Now ol' boy knows me too well and says "Right, there must be some chicks in line, well fvck you too..."
So the ladies come up and start asking me questions. The "lesser of the two" is sporting a huge rock, so I focus on her partner. She points to the FE chair and asks "is this where the NFO sits?" JOKINGLY (ok, maybe not so much) I reply "Right, like I'm gonna let an NFO sit in my flight station"
Icy stare.
her: "Why??? What's wrong with NFOs?"
Immediately I realize she's either the gf, wife, sister, or friend of an NFO.
WRONG.
"I was just accepted to OCS with an NFO contract"
I try to remove my foot from my mouth, apparently no joy. She asks where our NFO is, I say "Go back in the tube and look for the guy who should be playing Dungeons and Dragons"
(No joke, this guy had 1 inch thick glasses, gut, Professor Frink type)
As we're closing up the plane I ask the NFO if he wants to go drinking with us and the German Air Force types we were hanging with. "No, I have a date with that blonde"
YOU GOTTA BE SH!TTIN ME.
Fast foward to the next night, 11pm, getting ready to rack out for my 5am wake-up to fly home. Cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Is this (zab)?"
"Yes"
"This is (blonde from day before). Why didn't you go last night? I wanted to hang out!"
APPARENTLY, old girl had talked to the NFO and set it up so that he and the 3 pilots on the crew would meet her and 6 of her friends at a strip club to celebrate a birthday. THIS motherfvcker doesn't tell ANY of us, and rolls solo. COMPLETELY sells us out. To add insult to injury, I later saw the pictures...let's just say none of them were 'business class'.
The moral of the story is (a) don't make fun of NFOs, and (b) don't trust NFOs. Karma is a motherfvcker.