So I'm working on W.G's D-side (it's called the "radar associate" position. I'm supposed to be catching problems before they get to our airspace, answering lines, and making sure nobody is entering someone else's airspace without a hand off. I'm another set of ears to catch readback errors, and another set of eyes to catch aircraft going off route, or a faster guy running down a slower guy) any way, W.G is one foul mouthed, loud ass kind of guy.
There'd been weather in the Area all night, and weather makes us all a bit testy. We were coming to the end of the shift, and there were a few stragglers trying to get to their destinations. Out of the blue, one of the pilots broadcast over the frequency (I have no doubt he did not mean to) "If I make it home tonight, I deserve a blow job."
I clench, waiting to see what moronic thing W.G. is going to say to the pilot. Surprised the shit out of me when he didn't say anything at all.
Personally, I thought the pilot had a point.
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