My friend and I were flying his SR22 into Denver’s Centennial Airport. I was handling the radio. We were VFR at 13,500 feet when Center handed us off to Denver Approach. I checked in, then followed up with a request:
Me: In case we need it, can I expect a Bravo clearance?
Approach: No.
A few seconds went by…
Approach: That was unprofessional. Unable. My bad, I’m pretty old.
Me: I’m older.
Approach: Do you want to make a bet?
Me: At what age do they make you guys retire?
Approach: 56.
Me: Then I win the bet.
Approach: Alright, I owe you one. Cleared into the Bravo.
Appreciate the smile this morning!
Nice.
Great way to win a bet. Thanks for the Smile also.
That’s one of the better ones! Good laugh and great story.
I truly enjoy this column. Laughter is the best medicine.
Bravo!
I hope that you don’t mind if I play that card some time.
Not too long ago I used to be one of those younger guys in the room. Sad to say, not anymore!
I am still the youngest person in the room when I go to the local Post Office. And I am probably older than the both of you..lol.
Cape Cod in the winter.
I’m 71 and many times when someone older asks me my age and I tell them sometimes the response is “ah, young pup.”