A young blonde pilot is in her first flying lesson in a two-seater plane. Her instructor all of a sudden gets a heart attack and dies.
‘May day! May day! Help me! Help me! My instructor pilot is dead and I don’t know how to fly!’
She hears a voice over the radio saying, ‘This is Air Traffic control. We can hear you loud and clear.
I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground safely. I’ve had a lot of experience with this kind of problem. Now just take a deep breath.
Everything will be fine! Give me your height and position.’
The blonde replies, ‘I’m 5’7 and in the front seat.’
(After a long pause)
‘O.K.’ says the voice in the radio… ‘Now repeat after me… Our Father Who art in heaven….’
