His request approved, the Newspaper Photographer quickly used
his cellphone to call the local airport to charter a flight.
He was told a single-engine plane would be waiting for him at the airport.
Arriving at the airfield, he spotted a plane with the door open outside a hanger.
He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and shouted, 'Let's go'.
The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind and took off.
Once in the air, the photographer instructed the pilot, 'Fly over
Mount Stuart and make low passes so I can take pictures of the fires
on the hillside.'
'Why?' asked the pilot.
'Because I'm a photographer for the Newspaper he responded,' and I
need to get some close up shots.'
The pilot was strangely silent for a moment, finally he stammered,
'So, what you're telling me, is . . ..
You're NOT my flight instructor?'