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Abie, a somewhat shy and retiring gentleman who lives southwest, sent this one...

This is the story of the poor blonde flying in a two-seater airplane with just the pilot.
He suffers a sudden heart attack and dies.

She frantically calls a May Day: "May Day! May Day! Help me! Help me! My pilot had
a heart attack and is dead. And I don't know how to fly. Help me! Please help me!"

Almost immediately, she hears a voice over the radio saying: "This is the tower. I have
received your message and I will talk you through it. I've had a lot of experience with
this kind of problem. Just relax. Everything will be fine! ,Now give me your height and
position."

She responds, "I'm 5'4" and I'm in the front seat."

"OK," says the voice from the tower. "Repeat after me: Our Father... Who art in Heaven... "

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