My wife and I have owned a “private” plane for decades, a small Piper Cherokee. 25 years ago we took off from where we were keeping it in Western Washington to go on a trip to Southern California. There was a warm front coming in from the ocean so I made a bee line for the mountain pass to avoid a low visibility situation.
As soon as we got across the mountains we turned South and headed for California. My wife had been upset, because as we were taking off a woman on a horse who was riding near the runway waved at us. I had never seen her before, but my wife became convinced that her wave indicated that the two of us were having some sort of relationship.
My wife started yelling at me, and it was kind of escalating from there, but about that time God intervened. As the warm moist air pushed its way across the mountains it reached high altitudes and thunder clouds began sprouting up near us. One minute she was yelling at me and the next there was lightning uncomfortably close to our plane and nasty turbulence. We both thanked God for being fortunate enough to have an airplane and promised not to fight any more.
I kept diverting further east to get around the bad weather until we finally ended up over North Western corner of Utah before we were finally able to head back West to California. Our trip South would have been just as fast in the car.
“My wife had been upset, because as we were taking off a woman on a horse who was riding near the runway waved at us. I had never seen her before, but my wife became convinced that her wave indicated that the two of us were having some sort of relationship.”
Man, I feel your pain. Every time I get a casual “hi” from a woman, my wife thinks something’s going on with us!