Men, Can We Serve Better?

Adventures, Observations

Dear Men,

I just met another one of us.  He was walking with his wife and two sons, and I was with my son, walking into a restaurant.  This guy and his family were behind me.  When I noticed two ladies walking out of the restaurant, I ran to the double-doors and opened the one on the left while my son and I stood aside so they could walk through.  To my dismay this man’s two sons cut off the ladies and walked through the open door as if I were holding it for them.  After this, I beckoned to the ladies to please take advantage of the held door and continue to their parked car, but o the shame!  They thought this guy’s sons were mine!  They said, “No, you go, you have a large family!”  My countenance fell as this guy followed his wife through the open door.  Finally, I was able to convince these two ladies that I was holding the door for them.

A few weeks earlier, I was at a restaurant, and noticed a young couple walking in as I was walking out.  This guy did not represent men well.  He walked in behind the lady and allowed me to hold the door for her.  He even thanked me for holding the door for him.

Since these situations were new to me, I did not know the proper way to handle them and took a pass rather than react poorly.

Men, there are a few lessons here for us:

  1. Let’s not be so passive that we allow other men to hold doors for us, our wives or our girlfriends.  Our grandfathers would blush.
  2. If you know you need to hold the door for a lady — whether it is a car door, the door to the house, or the door to a restaurant — you need to get there first!  Yes, it seems obvious, but it requires thinking ahead, especially since our ladies are not used to us doing this for them.  We have to insist on it.
  3. We have to teach our sons that “ladies first” means we honour, respect, and serve them.  It means we are thinking of others before ourselves.  Dad’s, get after it!

Next time, I shall be prepared.  Men, if you or your sons attempt to walk through a door I have held open for a lady, be prepared to be cut off whilst I insist that the ladies continue on their way.  Men, if you are passive, and allow me to hold the door for your date, be prepared to be reminded that you should not be so passive that another man gets to hold the door for your date and furthermore, he was not holding it for you.

Yours Truly,

Mr. P.

Another Good Day

Adventures

You know it’s a good day when you are holding short of runway 9 and landing traffic is “Fortress One Seven November.”  Most folks residing at Oshkosh don’t take a second glance when they see this magnificent machine, but today I got to wait while she lumbered down final and landed 150 feet in front of me — a glorious anachronism that few will take the time to appreciate.

Holding Short at Runway Niner

Holding Short at Runway Niner

How Do You Know It Is a Good Day?

Adventures

Our readers know that we consider every day to be a good day.  This is because the Lord made all of them.  Still, there are some days that remain exceptionally memorable, and so we ask the question, “How do you know it is a good day?”  Here are a few ways you can know.

When you eat lunch at 126 miles per hour.

You eat lunch at 126 miles per hour.

When this is the view from your office.

This is the view from your office.

When the line at your chosen restaurant extends out the door, but you anticipated that and showed up early.

The line at your chosen restaurant extends out the door, but you anticipated that and showed up early.

When you are heading home with a 35 knot tailwind.

You are heading home with a 35 knot tailwind.

When you watch the sun set at 9500' MSL.

You watch the sun set at 9500′ MSL.

When you arrive home at night, and feel like one extra stop and go.

You arrive home after a four hour flight, but still feel like one extra stop and go.

Friday Lunch – You Never Know Whom You Will Meet

Adventures

Today GB and I zipped up to 68C for lunch and excitement.  On days like this I note that the excitement of flying is really only about 50% made up of what you see from the air.  The other 50% is the wild world of pilots inside the airport boundaries:

  • At 68C, we spotted JS, a pilot known by deed, if not name, to most Americans.  We attempted to say “hi” but did not want to be rude, so we missed him.
  • We enjoyed all-you-can eat rolls, salad, beef stroganoff, apple sauce, cake, and ice cream for the bargain price of $8 each.
  • Back at KOSH, we followed in two Twin Commanders from New Zealand.  We could tell by the accents and ZK numbers.  We saw them at the gas pump and didn’t miss the chance to say “You’re not from around here, are you?!” and “Welcome to Oshkosh.”  As it happens, they were ferrying these aircraft from New Zealand to Germany and stopped at Oshkosh for gas and a hotel room.

So you never know what you will see or whom you will meet when you go to lunch at the airport.

Central County Airport is home to Friday Lunch

Central County Airport is home to Friday Lunch