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I must tell on myself

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How about a little levity. So my buyer backed out. Why I really don't know. His reason does not make sense to me. So no problem, I had another fellow waiting in the wings, is that a pun or a play on words? Ian will tell me. So the monsoons slacked today and we set up a meeting, 10 minutes away. I was scooting across the delta at 400 ft and figured I would eat the lunch the honey had made me which was setting behind the windshield. So I unwrapped a sandwich and tried to stick it in my mouth. I soon figured out the reason the sandwich would not go in my mouth was the mic was in the way. So no problem, I licked the peanut butter off the mic. About this time the 4th duck went by the wing so I decide to take my chances with the tin ducks upstairs. Ten miles out I dialed in Arlington to get a feel of the traffic. Getting close some fool announces he is down wind. Which airport, which runway. So I ask. No reply. So I ask again. Nothing. So I spot him, fall in behind and announce my intentions. After I park I dig the peanut butter out of the little slots in the mic with my pocket knife and all is well with the world.

WILL
 

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