Following on from the resounding success of the blonde on a horse, as far as unintentional visits, please find below a blonde on a plane. And, please, if you’re a blonde visitor, it’s only a bit of fun. Honest. Oh, and if you’re a Canadaranian, it’s still only a bit of fun. Not a baby seal in site. Or bats. That’s baby seal hitty bats, not flying in the darkly bats. We’ll do Scots and ginger later.
A plane is on its way to Toronto, when a blonde in economy class gets up, and moves to the first class section and sits down.
The flight attendant watches her do this, then asks to see her ticket. She tells the blonde that she only paid for economy class, and that she will have to sit in the back.
The blonde replies, ‘I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Toronto and I'm staying right here.’
The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and the co-pilot that there’s a lady sitting in first class, who belongs in economy, and won't move back to her seat.
The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for economy she will have to leave first class and return to her own seat.
The blonde replies, ‘I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Toronto and I'm staying right here.’
The co-pilot tells the pilot that he should maybe have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman who won't listen to reason.
The pilot says, ‘You say she's a blonde? I'll handle this. I'm married to a blonde. I speak blonde.’
He goes back to the blonde and whispers in her ear. She says, ‘Oh, I'm sorry.’ gets up and goes back to her seat in economy.
The flight attendant and co-pilot are impressed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss.
‘I told her first class isn't going to Toronto.’
Quote; Douglas Adams
“There is an art . . . to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
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