One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short
of the runway while a MD80 landed. The MD80 landed, rolled out, turned
around, and taxied back past the Cherokee.

Some quick-witted comedian in the MD80 crew got on the radio and said,
"What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?"

Our hero, the Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came
back with: "I made it out of MD80 parts. Another landing like that and
I'll have enough parts for another one."

Relations between the Big Iron and Little Guys are usually more
cordial.

I was taxiing out to take off at Greater Pitt when I arrived at an
intersection about the same time as a 737. Not wanting to be
squisssshed, I stopped.

At that moment, an arm came out of the copilot's window of the 737 and
waved me on; and a voice on my radio said, "Go ahead, Cherokee, we
always try to be nice to our Indian friends."

And all airplanes are created equal, according to the FAA. Approaching
Dulles, I was cleared for the approach.

Just then, a voice came on the radio, "Dooles Towaire, thees eees Air
Frawnce 63, landing Dooles."

Another voice came back, "Air France 63, you're number two, behind the
Cherokee."

Made my day!

vince norris