This will tie-in to just the shittiest part of this whole Saturday, give it time. On to more videos!
We start heading to the hangar these planes are placed in front of, and inside the hangar were some WWII artifacts, Korean War artifacts, guns, uniforms, picture displays, all having to do with service men and women from our side and our enemies. They had a Plinko board set up, and along the bottom were different boxes, some labeled 'Toys' others 'Free shirt' 'Free drink' 'You Lose' 'Candy'
I went ahead and played Plinko, rested the chip against the back of the board and then let it topple on down the spokes nailed into the board and the chip eventually fell in a 'Toy' box, and I got to pick from a glider, Styrofoam, a plastic airman with a parachute that I could let parachute down into the Royal Gorge, and some other crap; I know there were three toy choices. My brother took his turn before me and got a package of sweet tarts. When I'm done, and I've got my glider, the attendant to the Plinko board had moved a few of the boxes around so there was a chance the chip would not land in the same space, and if it did, there is a different box in its place, better chance of winning something different. I wasn't even paying attention to the attendant and what box she placed in the space my Plinko chip had fallen.
My mom takes her turn, the chip pings off of the spokes, bouncing its way downward, and lands in a box labeled 'Free Introductory Flight' which I hadn't listed above because I had no idea this box existed. I would've actually tried to land in that box had I known, instead I'm standing there about to drop my Plinko chip thinking, "Great, I'll get the stupid toy. What the hell do I need some easily breakable Styrofoam glider? I'll slide it in my pocket and forget it about it, and when I get home it'll be mashed or bent, essentially fucked!"
The introductory flight was basically, you go up with an instructor in some Skyhawk aircraft and take a flight lesson, so yes, my mom was able to operate the plane and steer, downside being, since it's a small aircraft, the pilot and you are up front and he's instructing you on how to keep this thing in the air, and maybe room for 2 small individuals in the back. There's nothing small about my brother, my father, and I, so pretty much my mom is up front and 1 person in the back, although you could have up to 2 others with you if they could fit. My dad's saying, "Owen, why don't you go up with her and take some pictures," whereas my brother and I are going, "No, Phil, you're goin up there!"
Don't worry, they're not dead. That happened immediately after they took off.... fucker went down instead of up. I jest.
There's my mom, flyin' around. Fuckin Blogger keeps restricting my uploads, so some of these videos didn't make it up.
While they were up in the sky, my brother and I just kinda stood around. We had taken pictures of everything else, there were a few jets that took off. Two of those videos I could never get to work on here, and Owen has a heaping load of pics and vids (who cares)
I see this Mustang that I assume the operator was charging some good moolah to take you up in, there's kind of an open space and then a registration-type desk off to one side and I've seen this Mustang creep into that open space to park, then whoever is going up with the pilot, they can climb aboard the plane, and then it drives off towards the runway making its way to the end of the runway in order to turn around, and then haul ass in order to fly. This space is restricted space once the plane is coming to load a passenger; I knew this, and avoided that area. I'm standing where everyone else is standing alongside the runway looking to see what contraption was coming next down the runway, alright.
"SIR! Back UP!"
I see the Mustang to my left, these people shouting at this point, "Move out of the way! Back UP!" And I'm hustling back I'm walking towards the other people standing who aren't being yelled at, apparently not the direction these fuckers wanted me to walk. So instead of backing, I just run towards the people telling me to back up, who are standing by this registration desk, and this guy behind the desk is looking towards me but not at me and saying, "Jesus, back UP! Good...God...." And this woman who had been yelling with the flight-crew guy in the jumper, now she's shaking her head like, are you serious? What part of BACK UP is not getting through to you. About that time while I was walking over to them, and then stopping to stand right beside them, this Mustang swings around and passes right in front of us to stop in that designated space I was telling you all about. And I can hear the guy saying, "These people don't ever listen. We need you out of this space." Then the lady kinda leans in to me, and says, "You need to back up when people are telling you to back up." I'm like, "I was." "No you weren't. See him," and she points to the Mustang and the pilot hopping from the cockpit to the ground to be introduced to his next passenger, "He doesn't see you. When he was turning in, he could see you getting too close to the plane. Then when he's facing us, he can't see you at all." It's one of those talks grown-ups give little kids visiting a farm and someones not paying attention while around a moving farming implement. "You need to back up!" I'm just thinking, pretty vague, your back-up. Back up where? Point to where I need to be, don't just yell back up! It was a tad humiliating, and really, 9 times out of 10, something like that will happen to me, and it's really a downer. Makes me feel like a screw up, makes me look like a goof because I'm not following their simple instructions I guess; they said back up, I was moving back -- what else is there? This is partly why I'm so anti-social and I never want to get out and do anything. Somewhere down the line I'm gonna screw up, and look like an idiot, and I'm not an idiot, and hate being forced in to these situations because I don't want to look idiotic, I don't wanna be embarrassed, and especially didn't like it that this woman was talking to me like I was 7.
So when this lady said, "You need to listen to people when they are telling you to back up," I just stopped looking at the Mustang and the pilot and his passenger, just blinked for a second, turned to this woman, and I told her to, "Fuck off." I said it loud enough for her to hear me, but not like a shout. "Fuck off." I caught this look she gave me. Her mouth was kind of open. She narrowed her eyes. I just looked down at my view-screen on the back of my camera, and deleted the video of the Mustang right before I was being yelled at. Then I looked back at her, gave her a wink, and walked off. Fuck off. Don't tell me to listen and be attentive, I was backing up. I heard you all. You know, it's people like me who get in to trouble; to you I'm just not paying attention and the trouble is headed my way. It's people like them who cause accidents, either by trying to help you avoid catastrophe, in this case the help they were throwing my way was BACK UP! Had I gone in the wrong direction and the plane was right there, that's how the "accident" would have occurred in my logic. And really, think of what could've happened and how unlikely it is it would've happened, would never have happened. What? I stumble right into the propeller of the plane, and my body is sucked into the engine and it's just a red mist and spray of my blood and bits of bone, heart, lung, skull and brain, my intestines strung all over the tarmac, just a whole fucking mess, somewhere a guy was filming that plane rolling in, and by sheer coincidence took video of my gruesome death. Now I'm a star on YouTube, you know, INSANE airshow accident that killed this young man. Nope, that's all imaginative. I could've lazily strolled out of the way of the plane, he wasn't speeding along. He waited for the other people to clear out.
And then to tell me to BACK UP; hey lard-ass, who happens to also be deaf in one ear, get the FUCK BACK! -- not to say a damn thing to these assholes driving in that space, other spaces along the runway, ON the runway; they're motorcyclists which I had no clue entitled you to drive that son of a bitch wherever you'd like.
It's -- like I stated before -- people who get in to bad situations, if they are dead by the end of it, it was their fault. But it's also the people trying to help them out, yelling things like BACK UP! GET OUTTA THE WAY! Those people, being as vague as they were, more than likely they aren't helping. In this incident, how they were instructing me did nothing. I moved out of the way despite them yelling at me, would've had they kept their mouths shut. Takes away from the awesomeness that is an airshow. Deepens my need to stay away from such events lest I somehow embarrass myself again. More-so turns me off from being around people.
I told my mom I told the airshow attendant-lady to fuck off. She thinks it was wrong because they could've escorted me from the airshow. I told her that would've just had me telling more people to fuck off and to suck my dick. That was the airshow.
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