That's odd. You'd think surgeons would be the surgeons of the military.
You might have to work in a hospital to get the joke. As much as I gripe about my arch nemeses - orthopaedic surgeons - it pales compared to how my non-pilot air force commissioned brothers talk about pilots. Unscientific but quantifiable evidence.
QFT, however, to whomever pointed out that all airmen pretend to be pilots. I'm doubting it in this case because to be true it means that either he was savvy enough to pick a non-glamorous plane to trick me, at which point the least I can do is applaud the deception by being deceived, or this particular group of guys had an abnormaly high jerk:nice ratio.
Sticking with the happy thoughts thread, though, I spent the weekend with four close girlfriends rocking out the holiday in Maryland and I'm so grateful not only to have them but to have them
nearby, which was not true this time a year ago when I still lived in that strange place called Wisconsin. There were no rooftop dance parties, pilots-or-sneaky-non-pilots-pretending-to-be-pilots, and greasy hangover breakfasts with David, your waiter (
www.davidyourwaiter.com), back then.
