I was inspecting communications facilities in Alaska. Since I had little experience flying in small planes, I was nervous when we approached a landing strip in a snow-covered area. The pilot descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed, and circled back. While my heart pounded, the passenger beside me seemed calm.
“I wonder why he didn’t land,” I said. “He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed,” the man said.
As we made a second approach, I glanced out the window. “It looks plowed to me,” I commented. “No,” my seatmate said. “It hasn’t been cleared for some time.” “How can you tell?” “Because,” the man informed me, “I’m the guy who drives the plow.”
Thomas Ellsworth, via The Good, Clean Funnies List