Granted (see post 1402 now). Some other bureau of the government shows up at your door though and we have to go through that crap again.
I wish POA had our own flying club.
Granted:
Ebykowsky: "Okay, I'd like to schedule the POA flying club Archer for next Saturday to take a friend up."
Scheduler: "Can't. Everskyward has it during that time."
Ebykowsky: "Okay when can I have it?"
Scheduler: "Hmm, looks like there is an open slot in May of 2014."
Ebykowsky: "Holy crap! What about the 172?"
Scheduler: "Adam Z has it Saturday. Looks like we can fit you in December of this year."
Ebykowsky: "How many members do we have?"
Scheduler: "Currently, 9,703. But not all are active. Looks like a little over 1,000 are active as of this moment."
Ebykowsky: "How many planes do we have?"
Scheduler: "Five."
Ebykowsky: "Oh."
Dr. Bruce: "Ebykowsky, can I see your medical? It seems that you have been posting things to the message board that might prompt a psychiatric review of your third class medical."
Ebykowsky: "Okay here."
Riiiip.
Ron Levy: "Ebykowski, can I see your logbook?"
Ebykowsky: "Okay here."
Ron Levy: "These entries for PIC are incorrect, plus you don't have enough total time or time in type for our club to meet insurance requirements."
Pen scratch scratch.
I wish Marcia would come down here and make me an omelet with chorizo, cheddar, onion and salsa. Dinner last night was... how can I say it. Interesting. (I didn't eat much of it at all.)