May Day, May Day

This is the story of the blond flying 

in a two-seat airplane with just the 

pilot. He has a heart attack and dies. 

She, frantic, calls out a May Day.  

"May Day! May Day! 

Help me! Help me! My pilot had a 

heart attack and is dead.  

And I don't know how to fly. 

Help me! Please help me!"

She hears a voice over the radio saying: 

"This is Air Traffic Control and I have 

you loud and clear. I will talk you through 

this and get you back on the ground. I've 

had a lot of experience with this kind of 

problem.  'Now, just take a deep breath. 

Everything will be fine! Now give me 

your height and position."

She says, "I'm 5'4" and I support Obama."

"O.K." says the voice on the radio . . . 

"Repeat after me: 

Our Father, Who art in Heaven......"