More people arrive on those planes.
Here’s a pretty funny story…
I’m working one evening. A BAC 1-11 like this lands and pulls in.
(picture of an example, not actual plane)
I park the plane, chock the wheels, the door opens, the stairs extend as a limo pulls up.
Kenny Rogers walks down the stairs, says something to the pilot, gives me a wave hello, gets in a limo, and heads to a concert he’s giving in town.
His pilots get off and come inside and ask us what’s the best pizza place in town. We give our opinion and one asks for the phone number. He goes to the phone (this is early 80s, no cell) and calls them up. Conversation goes something like this:
Hi, I need to order two pizzas please.
Hmm Hmm. Yes.
I’d like two deluxe pizzas delivered to XXX aviation‘s office at precisely 11:45 for Mr. Kenny Rogers. (I can’t remember exact time, but you get the gist).
Hmm hmm. Yes.
If you’re 5 minutes early the pizza will be cold, and Kenny won’t be happy.
If you’re 5 minutes late, we’ll be gone, Kenny won’t be happy, and you won’t get paid.
So be here at 11:45 with HOT pizza and it will be worth your trouble.
OK?
Thanks.
Pilots take our courtesy car to Ponderosa, we fulfill the fuel order and the evening goes on.
They return an hour or so later with toothpicks in their mouths, pay the fuel bill, go sit in the lounge and watch TV.
Around 11:15 they fire up the power unit on the plane, get the air conditioning going, and start preflighting.
Around 11:40 I see the pizza guy hiding behind our hangar. At exactly 11:45 he flips on his headlights and whips into the parking lot, jumps out, runs up to the office, the pilot waves him down and walks up to meet him. He hands the pilot the pizzas and the pilot hands him $100.
Pilot turns towards the airplane with the pizzas as Kenny’s limo pulls up almost exactly at the same time. He meets Kenny at the steps, shows him the pizza boxes, Kenny smiles and appears happy. Kenny waves to us all and gives us a big smile, and walks up the steps. The limo pulls away, they retract the stairs, close the doors, I pull the wheel chocks, and off they go!
So now, anytime we’re apparently going to be late going somewhere, I’ll say to my wife and/or kids, “Kenny won’t be happy.” They don’t respond.
