Category: z’Old Funny Crap

Mechanical Problems


According to the story, after every Quantas Airlines flight the pilots complete a ‘gripe sheet’ report, which conveys to the ground crew engineers any mechanical problems on the aircraft during the flight. The engineer reads the form, corrects the problems, and then writes details of action taken to fix on the lower section of the form for the pilot to review before the next flight. It’s pretty clear from the examples below that the ground crew engineers have a good sense of humor – these are supposedly real extracts from gripe forms completed by pilots with the solution responses by the engineers. Incidentally, Quantas has the best safety record of all the world’s major airlines.

(1 = The problem logged by the pilot.)

(2 = The solution and action taken by the mechanics.)

1) Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.

2) Almost replaced left inside main tire.

1) Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

2) Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

1) Something loose in cockpit.

2) Something tightened in cockpit.

1) Dead bugs on windshield.

2) Live bugs on back-order.

1) Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.

2) Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

1) Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.

2) Evidence removed.

1) DME volume unbelievably loud.

2) DME volume set to more believable level.

1) Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

2) That’s what they’re there for.

1) IFF inoperative.

2) IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

1) Suspected crack in windshield.

2) Suspect you’re right.

1) Number 3 engine missing.

2) Engine found on right wing after brief search.

1) Aircraft handles funny.

2) Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

1) Target radar hums.

2) Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

1) Mouse in cockpit.

2) Cat installed.

Witdle Wabbit


A little girl named Jessica walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: “Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep witdle wabbits?”

And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he’s on her level, and asks: “Do you want a witdle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?”

Jessica puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: “I don’t fink my pyfon really giveths a thit.”