Perhaps the saddest thing about flying is the pilot who spends his off-hours at the airport bar, writing new jokes on cocktail napkins. He's got a real doozy ready for the next time he flies to Idaho. The new material's a bit blue, but he's finally ready for edgier stuff. Might be what that poor sap in 7A needs to get him through this next paint thinner conference. Pilot Jokes can't wait to crack these open when he gets to announce the temperature in the city of arrival.
Wait—we lied. This isn't the saddest thing. That would still be the bearded Sikh catching a shakedown from the fat motherfucker in the TSA uniform.