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We cant have all those fellow Piloteers out there believing their favourite magazine is dead serious about everything, so here is a little humour to liven things up a little.
"Life as a Pilot" |
Can you imagine, here I am ready and willing to look after my master whose hands are occasionally covered in jam. I'm always at the ready, willing to provide information at the touch of a button or at the command of Graffitti.
Imagine how hurt I feel when arriving at the office. I get pushed to the side of the desk and "PC" gets woken up with a tender loving smile. I mean do me a favour!! I've nothing against "PC", on the contrary we have to get on. We have this wonderful understanding. When I ask him for an update he's very obliging and visa versa.
But there are moments when I could get so mad! My master leaves me all stuffed up. When he could be leaving me proudly displayed at the front of the desk.
I could be displaying the Clock, or Launcher or just available to hot synch at the touch of a button.
Of course there's always him, member of the 40% club! Never does he get used except when he's out to impress someone. The difference with me, is that I'm here to be functional, to be used. Certainly not to impress anyone.
My master is slowly getting it sussed though. The other day, I let him win at a game of chess. So excited was he that I was kept out all day by "PC".
Suddenly the phone wrang. It was an emergency. My master new I had been given a number to remember, but forgotten where I'd put it.
40%er, of course shouted he'd come to the rescue, but by the time his master had taken him out of his case, opened him up, switched on and taken instructions I had already supplied my master with a list of every area and any reference to his request. So impressed was my master that he gave me a gentle pat on my new Pilot Wrap case.
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