06 February 2008
I don't think that this bird likes Stephanie, the stripping stewardess
So I went trotting around the world o' blogs to see how the competition was handling the Stephanie story when I found this site, run by a woman who lives over the brush with a pilot. I was rather amused with the hysterical screed that she had posted, but contented myself with a fairly brief comment of my own before leaving.
I had quite forgotten the blog's existence until I fell out of bed the next afternoon to find a mail that had the signature "Paretner (sic) of A Pilot" in my in-box. Needless to say, Paretner was also that blog's owner:
You seem to be confused. I don't care about Stephanie or her career. I am concerned about the careers of the pilots. These men work hard for YEARS and accumillate (sic) debts of at least £60,000 to get a career in flying before they've even started. This man if found will lose his job and no airline will employ him thereafter unless he is unrecogniseable (sic) facially.
What can I say? Sixty thousand quid and all he can get is some bimbo who can't spell. Not only that but she can't create an argument. First she posited that the pilot would lose his job, but then she went on to say that if the airline still existed "there would have been hell to pay".
Yes, dear, but the whole point is that it doesn't, does it? She there won't be anything to pay.
Not that there would have been, anyway. The other day a hostess lost a bet with her pilot and paid the forfeit by running through part of the terminal in her no doubt expensive underwear. These things do happen, don't they? Especially after long-haul flights when everyone is tired and wants to relax. I imagine that invitations to the pilot's hotel suite are much desired by nice young girls who are half his age...
I also suspect that this is the reason for Paretner's angst. Especially since she is not married to him and has no protection under law should he ever get bored with her.
Not that he will of course. Perish the thought...