A PPL friend of mine was at a private game reserve near South Africa's Kruger Park. After dinner, the guests had assembled around the camp fire for nightcaps and general chatter. Our intrepid aviator was regaling the guests (endlessly!) with stories of (his) heroism behind the controls of an aircraft, explaining why it is that pilots are such a special breed of human beings!

One of the guests was a middle-aged, experienced, senior cabin attendant with a major airline on a stopover in South Africa. She had obviously come across every type of pilot in her time, including the sort now lecturing the guests. When the monolgue had finshed, she spoke up:

"That was great! Tell me, do you know what they call little eagles?"

"Eaglets" my friend replied

"Right. And what about little pigs?"

"Piglets" came the confident response

"You bet. How about little owls?"

No problem. "Owlets"

"Yup. Say, do you know what they call little haemorrhoids?" No reply. My friend confessed he didn't know. "Pilots" said the hostie and with that she bade everyone goodnight and went to bed!

-- Graham Speller, speller@iaccess.za

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