Lorso carelessly tossed the written order for airline pilots. His private airlines, Zebra, had stated that all pilots were strictly required to adhere to the timings. He had to be there by 2 PM. Who cares? After smoking, he loitered around, chatting with everybody. When Lorso reached the airport, it was 4 PM.
The ground hostess met with him. “The flight already departed.”
“Not without me.” He said contemptuously, “Who is flying it?”
“Zebra has tested successfully and started automated flight services. Didn’t you know it?”
He stared at her, “So they don’t need pilots any longer?”
“They do. But, they have decided to terminate the undisciplined pilots immediately.”
This was written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Photo is by Rich Voza.