I had my fuel ripped off.

My job is so f-cking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

You, Sir, owe me a keyboard. I'll never get that Diet Dew and snot flushed out of there. Yick.
 
Oi went to Ascot quite a few times, Oi did; but 'twas in the personification of Col. Hugh C. Pickering, in "My Fair Lady." I still chuckle at the Lady bellowing, "Move, you bloomin' arse."

HR
 
I fueled it at the self serve pump. I've never been to Ascot. I'm not all that sure that I would want to go.

-John


It's the Priest stealing the fuel then using a lantern and Q tips, projected the images of ghosts to scare people away. Rotten kids....
 
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John, that's just livin' in paradise, I guess. :(

San Diego = Paradise?:confused::confused::confused: In whose world?:dunno: I left in 89 an have returned twice since for deaths in the same family and once for a temp job. The only thing SD has in the plus column is Plus One Fliers. Tweak ruined all of SD county. Coke ruined Orange Co, Crack LA County.
 
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Ascot-boy forgot to mention all the rat bastards who call him and his co-workers "meddling kids" every week.

And that the van is a stick shift.

It gets old.
 
We've had a couple of people get excited about the same thing when it turned out that they had developed a small leak from a sump valve. A slow drip add up surprisingly over a week or so. It may evaporate off of the tire (Piper) and never reach the ground. Even if it does, it can be a tiny spot and the blue dye doesn't show up on asphalt. It is pretty obvious on concrete.
 
Maybe ascot = boyscarf too!

It's not a scarf, its an ASCOT!!!!!!!!
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You trying to say that Ascots are out of style?!!!
http://www.politico.com/click/stories/1009/martin_launches_ascot_line.html

Ascot-boy forgot to mention all the rat bastards who call him and his co-workers "meddling kids" every week.

And that the van is a stick shift.

It gets old.

I would keep checking the portrait paintings to see if the eyes move.
 

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Yesterday I went out to check on my plane and the right tank had been siphoned or drained down to the tab. I had left both tanks full to the top.

About seven gallons gone. About $40.00 worth.

Time for locking gas caps I guess.

-John
John, it was probably the Gibbs' line guys all ****ed off because you moved your plane over to NAC.
 
My job is so f-cking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the f-cking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big f-cking dog to work. Every f-cking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single f-cking day.

Anyway, I drive these f-cktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and sh-t
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I had the fuel stole a while ago from my plane and replaced with water. Now at first I thought bad gasket at the cap until we drained over 10 gallons of water.
 
This is soooo true.

Plus One is about the only thing that I am really going to miss when I move east this summer!
When I started flying was only about 20 years ago. Back then situations like Plus One existed in every major market, often more than one; all sorts of planes were available for rent. Now places that have more than their trainers are getting pretty rare.
 
John, it was probably the Gibbs' line guys all ****ed off because you moved your plane over to NAC.

You might be right, I always tipped those guys five bucks when they filled it for me. It was good throw away money, they looked out for my plane.

Now I use SS, apparently ain't nobody looking out for my plane anymore.

-John
 
I had the fuel stole a while ago from my plane and replaced with water. Now at first I thought bad gasket at the cap until we drained over 10 gallons of water.

That's downright scary. Sounds to me like someone was real unhappy with you. That kind of sh*t is attempted murder.

-John
 
Ditto, I was about to warn him that he should not talk crap about his coworkers online. Then I got it. I feel stupid.

I didn't get it until the last 3 words of the last sentence. That post gets my vote for 'best post ever' in the lol division.
 
I had the fuel stole a while ago from my plane and replaced with water. Now at first I thought bad gasket at the cap until we drained over 10 gallons of water.

Holy crap, that is a terrible crime. Did you report it to local law enforcement? At least file an ASRS... probably not a bad idea to tell the FBO so they can inform their tenants that someone has been doing this
 
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