We'll be landing in a few moments and when we touch down you'll start hearing a loud noise.
That's not the pilot's fault.
It's not the plane's fault.
It's the asphalt.
Yeh, I know, a bad joke, but a good tension reducer.
On a SWA flight from Dallas to Little Rock, we hit a huge thunderstorm at LR. The plane hydroplaned upon landing because of the water on the runway.
We skipped a couple of times like a flat rock thrown across a lake’s surface.
The Stewardess reminded everyone to keep their seat belts fastened and remain in their seats, until the pilot could dribble the plane like a basketball to the gate.
The Pilot said it wasn’t him; it was the Co-Pilot.
The Co-Pilot said the Captain was trying to pull rank and that it really was him.
The banter definitely eased a lot of white knuckles and tension.