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�Nasty air!� July 19, 2004 ~ 11:55 p.m. Overheard on the plane between a father and his seven-year-old son during the descent to Nice: Son: �Dad, I don�t like this. Why is the plane bouncing?� Father: �It�s only turbulence, Sammy.� Son: �What�s turbulence, Dad?� Father: �Well, it�s an area of air that bounces around�that�s why the plane is bouncing. Don�t worry, this plane is built to take the bouncing.� Son: �Why does the air do that?� Dad: �It likes to party.� (At this point, the author, in the midst of an amyl nitrate head rush, suppresses hard laughter.) Son: �The air parties, Dad?� Dad: �Well, why wouldn�t it? It�s in the perfect location�the sea is blue, the sun is shining, everything�s lovely.� Son (after yet another bump of turbulence): �Couldn�t it wait until we pass through it?� Dad: �It wants us to join in the party.� Son: �I�d rather it didn�t ...� (morosely) �Nasty air!� � M.E.M.
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