Savipix
ScanFlyer Mile High Club
As you might know, even Santa's sleigh is subject to FAA regulations.
Therefore it is not a surprise what happened recently at North Pole:
Santa Claus, like all pilots, gets regular visits from the Federal
Aviation Administration, and the FAA examiner arrived last week for the
pre-Christmas flight check. In preparation, Santa had the elves wash the
sled and bathe all the reindeer. Santa got his logbook out and made sure
all his paperwork was in order. He knew they would examine all his
equipment and truly put Santa's flying skills to the test. The examiner
walked slowly around the sled. He checked the reindeer harnesses, the
landing gear, and even Rudolph's nose. He painstakingly reviewed Santa's
weight and balance calculations for sled's enormous payload. Finally, they
were ready for the check ride. Santa got in and fastened his seat belt and
shoulder harness and checked the compass. Then the examiner hopped in
carrying, to Santa's surprise, a shotgun. "What's that for?!?" asked Santa
incredulously. The examiner winked and said, "I'm not supposed to tell you
this ahead of time," as he leaned over to whisper in Santa's ear, "but
you're gonna lose an engine on takeoff."
Therefore it is not a surprise what happened recently at North Pole:
Santa Claus, like all pilots, gets regular visits from the Federal
Aviation Administration, and the FAA examiner arrived last week for the
pre-Christmas flight check. In preparation, Santa had the elves wash the
sled and bathe all the reindeer. Santa got his logbook out and made sure
all his paperwork was in order. He knew they would examine all his
equipment and truly put Santa's flying skills to the test. The examiner
walked slowly around the sled. He checked the reindeer harnesses, the
landing gear, and even Rudolph's nose. He painstakingly reviewed Santa's
weight and balance calculations for sled's enormous payload. Finally, they
were ready for the check ride. Santa got in and fastened his seat belt and
shoulder harness and checked the compass. Then the examiner hopped in
carrying, to Santa's surprise, a shotgun. "What's that for?!?" asked Santa
incredulously. The examiner winked and said, "I'm not supposed to tell you
this ahead of time," as he leaned over to whisper in Santa's ear, "but
you're gonna lose an engine on takeoff."
