For the longest time, the horn on my fuel truck didn’t work it all. I accidentally fixed it while fiddling with a random wire the was hanging out of the steering column in boredom. Damn near shit myself when my arm hit the horn tab.
A guy wearing a full-face motorcycle helmet with a Santa hat fastened to the top just rode by my fuel truck on an open baggage tractor. Tis the season.
My coworker was marshaling out that 737-400 (I know I said it was an Airbus before), and out of the corner of my eye, I see him running towards the hangar while the plane was spinning around. To my amusement, and his dismay, I noticed that the jet blast was making a sandstorm out of the assloads of sand that the county laid down for the ice (that melted in a day). After frantically scanning his badge and slipping in through the door at the last second, he narrowly missed a free skin treatment.
Today is my vacation day, but I’ve agreed to go into work anyway to help out the B Shift with an inbound Airbus charter. Apparently my experience with fueling Airbuses is needed.
Just earlier this morning while I was doing my recurrent AE training, I commented on how I’ll probably never see an AE CRJ-700 fly in here any time soon (they only ever get ERJs). Saw this when I was moving a deicer.
A plane just called us over the unicom, telling us that they won’t be landing here and is just flying by, but requests that we relay a message via phone.
Basically, we just had a plane fly by and order two turkey sandwiches over our frequency for another plane that was scheduled in.