Today was a real challenge. I'm pretty sure the tower controller was trying to get me off course. I swear, every time I called for clearance, they'd just give me a blank stare and a mumbled "uh-huh". I'm starting to think it's not just me, it's some kind of experiment.
I've been trying to fly this route for 20 minutes, and I'm starting to lose my cool. The other pilots are all whispering and pointing at me behind my back. I'm pretty sure they're all in on it, too. I mean, have you seen their fancy-pants pilot hats? They're clearly in cahoots with the tower.
I'm starting to think I should just take the plane and go back to my secret underground lair. At least there, I know I can trust the coffee machine.
But no, I'm stuck in this tin can, hurtling through the skies on a mission to... well, I'm not quite sure what the mission is anymore.
Time to log off. Maybe I'll just pretend I'm on a different flight. Yeah, that's it. I'll just tell them I'm on flight 345, and they'll never know the difference.