Friday Fiction:[…] now about that courtesy car…(pilot calls county airport).

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Confused City Employee, (condescending tone) “[…] Uh who were you attempting to reach?”

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Aviator, “The airport.” “Seven – Xray – Gemini – Oscar.” “Ya know, Righteous Municipal Aerodrome?”

Confused City Employee, “Oh you need to call 999-555-XXXX — you’ll want to talk to Spud Gahzlepants, he’s with city hall.”

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