Threefingeredjack
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......but. Jerk or not?
Here's the scenario: In a row of typical T hangars a person who shall remain nameless shelters his baby. It seems that more often than not when he arrives there is a neighboring hangar whose doors are open, and the resident plane gone. Of course the individual in question has to close the neighboring door in order to get their plane out.
Gentle hints, pointed observations, and point blank requests have proved ineffective in modifying this behavior. So let's say that yesterday this dashing, goodlooking and extremely modest aviator arrives to find that yet again the situation is as described. Again the kind and forbearing gentleman aviator closes the neighboring door and goes off to make holes in the sky.
When he returns, the airport manager is waiting at his hangar. SOMEHOW a perfectly shaped rock had miraculously wedged itself under the heel of the offending door. It even appeared that it had been hammered into place by some odd mechanism of nature.
Apparently when the neighbor returned from his flight the door would not open, requiring a call to the city maintenance on call guy who does not work for free in Sundays.
So the question is, is the mysterious stranger a jerk?
Here's the scenario: In a row of typical T hangars a person who shall remain nameless shelters his baby. It seems that more often than not when he arrives there is a neighboring hangar whose doors are open, and the resident plane gone. Of course the individual in question has to close the neighboring door in order to get their plane out.
Gentle hints, pointed observations, and point blank requests have proved ineffective in modifying this behavior. So let's say that yesterday this dashing, goodlooking and extremely modest aviator arrives to find that yet again the situation is as described. Again the kind and forbearing gentleman aviator closes the neighboring door and goes off to make holes in the sky.
When he returns, the airport manager is waiting at his hangar. SOMEHOW a perfectly shaped rock had miraculously wedged itself under the heel of the offending door. It even appeared that it had been hammered into place by some odd mechanism of nature.
Apparently when the neighbor returned from his flight the door would not open, requiring a call to the city maintenance on call guy who does not work for free in Sundays.
So the question is, is the mysterious stranger a jerk?