I was flying my shift as a traffic watch pilot in a Cessna 172 here in Southern California and had just contacted March Air Force Base approach to transit their Class C airspace.
"March approach, good afternoon. Traffic Watch One Two Three, 35,000 feet."
"Traffic Watch One Two Three, roger. Do you mean 3,500?"
"Yes, sir — 3,500. Did I say '35,000'?"
"Uh, yeah. I was wondering what kind of traffic you're looking at from that altitude."
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