Oops

So I was working the Toledo sector again, and Detroit was launching their noon traffic. Unfortunately they were on runway three, which means that the aircraft depart to the northeast, then the CAVVS departures would circle right and head southwest towards that fix, while the ANNTS departures would circle left then head southeast towards that fix.

There was always a question with each pair of aircraft when they were coming towards each other on their southbound journey "How close will they get?"

They'd been doing a pretty good job of picking up the radial they were to fly to their outbound fix all day, so I was feeling confident. I climbed the next two that checked on, took a couple more handoffs, switched a few guys, climbed some others, then took a look at my departures and found the ANNTS guy had blown through his radial and was closing rapidly with the CAVVS guy.

"Execjet three-ten, amend the cleared altitude, maintain one-five thousand."

"One-five thousand, Execjet three-ten."

"American fifty-two, expedite your climb through one six thousand."

"Anerican fifty-two roger."

Damn. You think these guys could fly by the rules. Anyway, BK asks me if I want a break and I take him up on it. I run through the standard checklist then add "watch these bastards, the last two I had almost hit each other when one of them flew through the radial."

BK: "You're hot."

Shit. "Hot" means I'm keyed up and broadcasting over the frequency. "Hot" means that the "bastards" just heard me call them that.

Oh well, shit happens.