Part of Air Canada's recent settlement with the Unions was hiring
handicapped people. So the other day passengers on a small commuter
plane were waiting for the flight to leave. The entrance opened, and
two men walked up the aisle dressed in pilots' uniforms and both
wearing dark glasses. One pilot was using a seeing-eye dog, and the
other was tapping a white cane.

Nervous laughter spreads through the cabin; but the men enter the
cockpit, the door closes and the engines start up.

The passengers begin glancing nervously around, searching for some
sign that this is just a little practical joke. None is forthcoming.
The plane moves faster down the runway, and people at the windows
realize that they are headed straight for the water at the edge of the
airport territory.

As it begins to look as though the plane will never take off, that it
will plough into the water, panicked screams fill the cabin. At that
moment, the plane lifts smoothly into the air. The passengers relax
and laugh a little sheepishly, and soon they have all retreated into
their magazines, secure in the knowledge that the plane is in good
hands.

Up front in the cockpit, the co-pilot turns to the pilot and says,
"You know Bob, one of these days, they're going to scream too late,
and we're all going to die...."