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Originally Posted by barryem
My Dad was a flight instructor and I used to work for him on weekends. This was back in the 1950's when working people wore jeans and corporate people didn't. One of his students was the chairman of a fortune 500 company, probably a very wealthy man although I don't really know that. And he always came to the airport in jeans and a western shirt.
The day he got his private license he walked over to the Piper dealer and grabbed a salesman and asked for information on their most expensive plane. The salesman told him to come talk to him on payday and walked away laughing.
He came back to my Dad's office boiling mad and drove over to the Cessna dealer, across the field and came back with a new twin Cessna. He then gave me a ride in it and after we landed he taxied over to the Piper dealer and we got out and he asked for the manager, explained why he'd bought the Cessna when he really wanted a Piper and we waited around while the manager made a very big show of firing the salesman.
Watch out for that shabby dressed guy. You just never know. 
Barry |
I remember my sociology class. (Note I was in my early 30's). The professor put on a test, what is your social class. Ok I honestly thought the question was unethical and none of his darn business. I asked another professor what I should do and told him that I thought the question was none of the other professor's damn business.
The professor just said answer it honestly and by the book. Note we have some 7 figure friends.
Anyway the unethical professor thought about counting off for what appeared to be one very smart-ass answer. But he knew if he did and I could prove everything it would be his butt on the line. He asked the same professor I had talked to if everything was true. The professor said my friends would make both of them look like paupers and told the guy what I had said. The one that asked the question was more concerned then that I had been misquoted because I would never use the d word.