Who Needs a Miracle

Seems that Tom was working local with a nervous FPL watching over his shoulder. He had one air carrier jet just touching down and another on a mile final, with a commuter holding short for departure release:“I’m going to get that commuter out between those two jets,” said Tom aloud.
 
The FPL could see that there might just *barely* enough time to make it work if nobody screwed up. But like any good instructor, the FPL wanted to let Tom make his own mistakes since that’s the only way for a guy to learn.

Still, the FPL couldn’t help but mumble in Tom’s ear “if this works, Tom, it’ll be a miracle!”Tom keys his transmitter. He intends to say “Commuter 123, taxi into position and hold, be ready for immediate.” What actually comes out of his mouth (in one of the great Freudian slips of all time) is:“Commuter 123, taxi into position and hold, be ready for a miracle.”  

There’s a big pause on frequency, and the then commuter pilot says “Tower, I think under the circumstances we better just hold short. I don’t feel quite that lucky.”


1st November, this is the another night 
where I realise something is wrong with my body,
I went to bed at 6pm and woke up at 2am, 
while the world is just silent,
and everyone is sleeping soundly.
No choices, I think I could not sleep anymore,
I switched on my lappy, did some regular checks,
started my day earlier than the others do. Sounds pretty suck.
So here I found some funny stuff, hoping to cheer myself up.
But be frankly, now I do need a miracle.

Happy. 
I don't lie, to girls :)