|The sexist note read around the world|
In it, some moron wrote: "To Capt/WestJet. The cockpit of an airline is no place for a woman. A woman being a mother is the most honor, not a "captain."
Our Neanderthal goes on to wish that somebody would have alerted him before the flight that the pilot was a woman, so he could have rebooked.
Of course, I don't have to tell you this guy is more screwed than he thinks. Imagine how many women besides the captain contributed in some way to the fact the his flight went smoothly and uneventfully.
I did a quick check of WestJet's top level staff and found many positions are held by women. Those positions include business solutions analyst, information technology manager, business analyst, corporate executive, contact for maintenance, materials manager and it goes on and on.
Our napkin scrawler is really screwed because, as the rest of the world knows, the large number of women at WestJet is typical of most companies. First of all, women probably had a hand in building and maintaining the engines in the plane that got Neanderthan Man to his destination safely.
And he's screwed in the rest of his life, too. Women probably helped design and build the car he drives, they probably had a role in designing and building the road he drives on, the house he lives in, and the laptop he might have used to book his WestJet plane tickets.
The pilot in question, Capt. Carey Smith Steacy, posted a photo of the loser's note on Facebook, which is how the world found out about it.
Steacy accompanied the photo with these words, which are in agreement with the points I just made:
"To David: Thank you for the note, you discreetly left me on your seat..... I respectfully disagree with your opinion that the 'cockpit' (we now call it the flight deck as no cocks are required) is no place for a lady. In fact, there are no places that are not for ladies anymore."
So, Hide, David Hide! Run! The 17th century is calling for you! Hurry!
Maybe a woman will invent a time machine for you so you can go back to the days of yore, where you belong.