That's what they really
pay us for—the responsibility,
not for flying the plane.
If they only paid us—say—
six or seven thousand a year,
the passengers would lose
confidence in flying, I think.
It's like psychoanalysts.
They charge fifty bucks an hour
so you'll trust them.
Charles Willeford
The Shark-Infested Custard
c. 1975
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