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Wayne said:
Jane has asked me multiple times to have an airplane on display in the house. I tend to want to put a big one in, and our house is tiny. I might have to come up with a nice little display using a smaller plane, and have a little LED shinning on it to cast a shadow up on the wall. :) But it has to be able to go out and fly!!
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So you're saying the 4M Alpenbrise would do the trick...lol
 
While I was single after my first marriage, my place was used as a clearing house for club members who bought planes but didn't want them delivered to their home address. I got to see some really cool planes and was more than happy to help these guys out but I felt bad for them having to hide their purchases from their wives. Once a buddy ordered a plane from a manufacturer that had two similar models. He called them to be sure they sent the right one. After he made his phone call, I called that company and asked them if they were game to be in on a little joke. The girl said "sure" so I had her put stickers on the box showing the wrong model. My buddy anxiously awaited the arrival of his new plane and when it arrived and he saw it was the wrong model he immediately called the company and started giving them a really hard time about the "mix up".. The girl was patient and asked him to open the box to be sure he got the wrong model. He raised his voice to her and insisted that he didn't HAVE to open the box to know it was the wrong plane, the stickers on the outside of the box clearly showed they had sent the wrong one. He finally opened the box and was relieved to see the correct plane inside but I felt awful for the girl and my buddy was still mad about it even after the joke was revealed.
 
tic said:
While I was single after my first marriage, my place was used as a clearing house for club members who bought planes but didn't want them delivered to their home address. I got to see some really cool planes and was more than happy to help these guys out but I felt bad for them having to hide their purchases from their wives. Once a buddy ordered a plane from a manufacturer that had two similar models. He called them to be sure they sent the right one. After he made his phone call, I called that company and asked them if they were game to be in on a little joke. The girl said "sure" so I had her put stickers on the box showing the wrong model. My buddy anxiously awaited the arrival of his new plane and when it arrived and he saw it was the wrong model he immediately called the company and started giving them a really hard time about the "mix up".. The girl was patient and asked him to open the box to be sure he got the wrong model. He raised his voice to her and insisted that he didn't HAVE to open the box to know it was the wrong plane, the stickers on the outside of the box clearly showed they had sent the wrong one. He finally opened the box and was relieved to see the correct plane inside but I felt awful for the girl and my buddy was still mad about it even after the joke was revealed.
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There’s a lot in this story. The clearinghouse! Sheesh. Reminds me of a woman who I knew who would stash her Gucci and Vuitton purses under the bed and bring them out as time went by. Then as the husband would ask if that was a new purse she would just say ‘no, I’ve had this one for a while’. Technically true…so perhaps just hide the models under your bed and employ that ruse. Perhaps Aloft can design new boxes with pictures of boring construction material or something inconspicuous… hahaha
 
Actually my new Frsky X20 cost LESS than the super deluxe TX I bought 10 years ago so that was an easy one to justify to my wife. Unfortunately "investing" over two grand in a new F5B glider wasn't so easy. I use the old "well, I'm not out in the bars" line and that seems to work well even though I was pretty much done with bar hopping before we even met. When I spend x amount of dollars on RC, she figures she can spend the same amount for something SHE wants so when I look at a new plane, I have to figure double the cost all said and done. I can get away with telling her how much a plane cost w/o fibbing but she's slowly catching on that the airframe is just part of the picture. Motors, ESC's, servos etc. all add up. I still will never understand why a woman "needs" 30 pair of shoes. I don't have 30 airplanes!
 
What a bunch of wimps! Don't even tell her! Just go out and buy that ten grand's worth of RC stuff you need!

Damn, who is the boss in your house? Mind over matter dude - you don't MIND - she don't MATTER!

Be like me, a home range Tyrannosaur, a teeth-gnashing total dominator - keep 'em poor, pregnant and in the kitchen!

Anyway its easy - just mark your stuff as "NOTHING TO DO WITH R/C" then she'll NEVER find out...hehehe.

I mean she wouldn't mind anyway, would she? or...would she...?

Huh who cares! Anyway, I mean what can she do?

Dayum! What???

Nooooo she wouldn't do that would she? I mean, not if you asked her nicely, wheedled a bit, maybe pleaded a bit?

Dayum! Does anybody have a drop ship address I might borrow?

Got to run - SWMBO is calling!

Ddddoc
 
I worked at a BK also - I say all teens should work at a fast-food place for some real-world experience - I saw a lot of very interesting things: the regulars who came in daily to exchange free food for joints, the GM who had three boyfriends and had us cover for her every time one showed up, Hulk Hogan and the other wrestlers come in on Tuesday night after the matches to scarf some BK, test-eating the latest, new food product before release to the public, getting bamboozled by the GM to pick up shifts you knew better than to take cause you had that high school exam the next day - and lastly being a pimply primadonna quitting for no real good reason or notice and leaving your GM in the lurch - hmmm those were the days....
tic said:
I worked at the Kings Lounge many years ago (burger king).. I was fired for insubordination after laughing at the managers "whopper college" diploma he had hanging on the wal
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tic said:
I worked at the Kings Lounge many years ago (burger king).. I was fired for insubordination after laughing at the managers "whopper college" diploma he had hanging on the wall
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Were you actually in a sub when this happened?
ORRich said:
I worked at a BK also - I say all teens should work at a fast-food place for some real-world experience - I saw a lot of very interesting things: the regulars who came in daily to exchange free food for joints, the GM who had three boyfriends and had us cover for her every time one showed up, Hulk Hogan and the other wrestlers come in on Tuesday night after the matches to scarf some BK, test-eating the latest, new food product before release to the public, getting bamboozled by the GM to pick up shifts you knew better than to take cause you had that high school exam the next day - and lastly being a pimply primadonna quitting for no real good reason or notice and leaving your GM in the lurch - hmmm those were the days....
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What a clusterfork - I think they need a visit from "Undercover boss"

Doc.
 
LOL - I worked at a Fuddruckers when they were brand new (fancy fast food burger). Rode my bike to work as I was too young to drive. Because of my age I could only be a buss boy or dishwasher, but was not allowed to handle the butcher knives (they had a butcher shop at the time, they would turn cows into burgers..) Made their own buns on site too. Pretty cool place back then.

I learned a shift of dishwashing was painful on my back, in my teens and already back pain. Then they promoted me to buss boy and I thought it was going to be much better as I had heard about the tips. I think I got only one or two tips, maybe $2, but suddenly had the new job of cleaning toilets. I don't know what was up with the customers, but hardly a shift went by without me claining up some puke. Good times.

The butcher was a colorful character. Out on probation supposedly for ******. He would call himself a cockroach and the rest of us we lucky, I think he called us peasants. Some cute girls, and many customers, good and bad to deal with. When we had the grand opening, we would have a line of people around the building. That lasted for a few months. The place would be FULL for those first few months

After maybe 4 months I had enough and simply stopped showing up. My mom made me go in and pick up my final check, that was humbling. :( By this time nearly all staff had already been fired or left. Fast turnover in that market.

Maybe 10 years ago I was back in that area and was surprised to see the place was still open, but a shadow of what it had been. No more bakery or butcher and the crowds were long gone.
 
My laughing at the "whopper college" diploma was the final straw for me at BK but the reason I was called in to the manager's office was because I refused to wash the orange food trays the BK way. They had me fill a double sink, one side with soapy water and the other with rinse water and simply dip the trays, scrubbing only when necessary. After washing a dozen or so trays this way the rinse water got nasty so I drained that side of the sink and rinsed the trays under hot running clean water instead. I was "reported" for this behavior and had to go see the manager. In the middle of being chewed out for wasting hot water I saw the whopper college diploma and started laughing. The manager asked what was so funny and I said "whopper college".. He then said "what? it's accredited!" which made me laugh even harder.. That was the end of my employment
 
I worked in a pub when I was in college - does that count?

Loads of beer that I couldn't drink, loads of good food that I couldn't eat, but loads of girls though, so I partook of them instead.

Looking back, I'm somewhat surprised that I survived the experience.

Doc.
 
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