What Goes Up...

The young woman cautiously walked into the transport office. The clerk behind the counter pointed through a window toward a old man standing in the nearby hangar.

“That’s your pilot, ma’am,” the clerk said. She went out to meet him.

“So, you’re my ‘cargo’ today,” the old man groused. “At least you look a lot prettier than those mail sacks I usually haul.”

Nervously she asked, “I’ve never seen an aero-plane up close before...is it really safe to go up in one?”

“Sure is!” the old man snorted. “The going-up part is perfectly safe. It’s the landing that’ll kill you.”