So it is as most of you married gents out there know. Unless your wife is a direct
participant, immersed in the warfare of AHII, shes probably going to throw a wrench
in your props, and chances are unintentionally. Was having one of those weekends,
winter-blahs, feeling my age and just couldnt really get in an online mood.
Finally got into (Blue-Arena I believe) and decided to warm up with a care-free
bombing run while I woke up with my cup of "Max" and a Basic. Things are going
just fine, kept up with my F3 check and when I could almost make out the enemy
coastline so I level out and hit auto. Just about that time my cell phone rings,
("Thunderstruck" ring tone) Its my wife telling me shes on the way home and also
our mechanic is picking up my 04 Impala to fix a dent from HER bender,(not her fault)
and the driver-side heat that quit working. Ok,that was fine, it was important and
it was my car afterall, not a problem. But my wife is a nut for detail, so she begins to
lengthen the conversation,(she cant just say,"K,bye-cya later") so as Im fiddlin with
trying to watch my screen and hold a phone conversation at the same time, no
sooner I looked toward the rear, Frik and Frak!,this fighter is 500 right behind me!
So here I was trying to defend my bombers before she had even said "bye" yet,
four seconds into the defense,BAM! lost 1st bomber, eight to ten seconds,BAM!
lost the second one,.....well,by that time I was madder then Ted Nugent at an
anti-gun rally. Threw the phone on the floor so hard it broke apart like my bombers,
then I closed out the game. Whoever that was, good job on sneaking up there
like that. I'm just sorry I didnt give you a better fight!
At least I wont have to worry about the cell phone on my next flight.
