Air Force

One night at an Air Force Base in Washington, I was dispatched to check out the

security fence where an alarm had gone off. The fence was at the end of the base

runway. When I got to the scene, I found that a racoon was the culpit, so I ran

around and flapped my arms to scare off the animal.

Suddenly an air-traffic controller came over the public-address system and

announced loudly, “Attention to the airman at the end of the runway. You are cleared

for takeoff.”

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