He only got a “Holy Hippo!”

Even though I decided that I was going to divest myself of any emotional baggage I cart around with me, I felt it was only fair to warn the instructor about a certain thing.

I was strapped in, canopy closed; it was obvious that I wasn’t getting out of this. I nervously cleared my throat and turned to the guy in the back seat and said,

“There’s something you need to know, I ermm swear. A lot actually. Sorry in advance”

Turns out though, that I don’t. Apparently my profanity is engine powered. All he managed to get out of me was a “Holy Hippo!” when we hit a bit of a sink and my butt left the seat for a brief moment.

I needn’t have worried either, the instructor was worse than me!