First night XC with instructor.
The route was going to take us over my home at 11:00pm, so I turned on my aviation scanner in my home for my wife so I could tell her goodnight. As we passed over my home at 6,500', I had failed to push the flip-flop to the air-to-air frequency and was still on approach.
"Goodnight, Susan. I hope you sleep well."
What I can only envision as a large, hairy-armed controller:
"The name is Bart, and they like it a lot better if we stay awake."
I apologized and changed to the air-to-air freq with my CFI laughing.
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