Fist fight on the ramp?

[floydb]

Did anyone hear about some pair of clowns duking it out on the ramp at YZP in the past week or so? Something about a F/0 and capt having a little booboo, from an outfit that shall remain anonymous until I can find out a bit more whether this is bs or not...

[phillyfan]

OK thanks Sherlock. Good to see your on the case.

[Pratt X 3]

Not the first time and definitely not the last either that a post-flight dustup has occurred.

[Hedley]

Remember the two Bradley pilots pounded it out - in flight - in the cockpit of a twotter?

Enough years have gone by that I can mention it now.

[yycflyguy]

What's wrong with a little passion... take THAT Captain.

[nimbostratus]

Here's a clip from my companies SOP's.

At all times each crewmember shall strive to create a positive working atmosphere. Harassment in any form while either crewmember is completing their assigned duties shall not be tolerated. If any conflict exists, it will be handled on the ground away aircraft related duties so the safety of the aircraft and passengers is never compromised.

Seems to me like both crew members were operating in accordance with company SOP's. Consumate professionals I would say.

Kudos for not letting it happen in the cockpit.


Nimbo

[CJ3PILOT]

[quote="Hedley"]Remember the two Bradley pilots pounded it out - in flight - in the cockpit of a twotter?

Enough years have gone by that I can mention it now.[/quote
You must be a really old guy (joke there) because I remember that too .A few years ago that happened.

[Donald]

Apparently nobody knows the first rule of flight club...

[rigpiggy]

One of our captains was doing the gate agent. her husband took exception, the captain lost "on the ramp" round 2 saw the captain walking down the street he saw said husband working on a car, he slammed the hood on him and went to town. this went on for awhile, until husband broke wifeys jaw, and went away for 18 months

[Highflyinpilot]

[quote="rigpiggy"]One of our captains was doing the gate agent. her husband took exception, the captain lost "on the ramp" round 2 saw the captain walking down the street he saw said husband working on a car, he slammed the hood on him and went to town. this went on for awhile, until husband broke wifeys jaw, and went away for 18 months[/quote]


Thats pretty funny

[iflyforpie]

Never get's old...

[hazatude]

I've seen a few...

[CFR]

Never get's old...

CRM at it's finest!

[stmymdy]

OK thanks Sherlock. Good to see your on the case.

Apparently nobody knows the first rule of flight club...

[rigpiggy]

I have been in more than one dustup on the ramp, but only with drunk pax. One guy flew out of the back of the Ho directly into the arms of the Gendarmes. God I miss the old days

[square]

in YZP?? NT or HA or AN?

[Stan_Cooper]

in YZP?? NT or HA or AN?

Or QK?!

[hamstandard]

Or YT.

[C-206]

It was..... drumroll please...... Jazz. No fist fight, just a slight disagreement between professionals. I've seen more heated debates on Avcanada!!!

[Panama Jack]

Reminds me of this article, by Sherman F. Morgan in his book Classic Aviation Humor- Book II:

MEN WITH THE BARK ON

My favorite piece of art work was painted by the great American western painter, Frederic Remington. He finished it in circa (1889), and called it, My Bunky.

Remington had an eye for men of action, direct men—the straight-forward breed that he referred to as “Men with the bark on.” I also enjoyed the company of these men, although they can at times, provide experiences which are as harrowing as they are entertaining. A friend of mine recently told me of an experience he had, which emphasizes this point nicely.

My friend’s name is Tom (he asked me not to print his last name) and his story involves an incident which occurred 8 years ago while he was flying as a first officer for a captain, whom we shall call “Bill.”

Tom approached me one day in the crew room at Pittsburgh, and said, “Listen, I have this great story that I’ve been wanting to tell you ever since I read your first book, but I had to wait until Bill retired. He had a terrible temper. But, he is retired and lives in Hawaii now, so I don’t think I have anything to worry about.”

Tom said that Bill was a fat, bald, mean old guy, who marched around airports wearing a captain’s uniform and making life miserable for the people who had to be around him. Bill had an exceptionally short fuse, and a mean temper to boot. If it’s true that the only thing meaner than a pit bull with AIDS, is the guy who gave it to him, then Bill would have to be that guy.

For three days, Tom and the flight engineer on their 727 had watched Bill chew out every ticket agent, flight attendant, cleaner, and ground handler who had been unfortunate enough to cross paths with Bill. Tom and the engineer were getting pretty tired of not having any company in the cockpit, but they couldn’t blame the flight attendants for staying away.

“Oh well,” they thought, “today is the last day of the trip. If we can just put up with him for two more legs, we’ll be him free.”

Unfortunately, they were not to be so lucky—when they landed in Boston on the next to the last leg of the trip, they discovered that the ground handlers were conducting a work slow down. It seemed to take forever before a marshaller showed up to park them at their gate, which of course gave Bill all the reason he needed to fly into a tantrum.

Bill ranted and raved in the cockpit while the Boston passengers disembarked, and the new passengers boarded for Pittsburgh. Tom and the engineer got their clearance to PIT (Pittsburgh) and prepared the airplane for the flight, all the while secretly wondering if Bill would work himself up enough to have a heart attack before they left.

Finally, all the passengers were boarded, they had all the necessary paperwork, all the doors were closed, and the jet way had been pulled away from the airplane—but there was no push crew in sight to push them back away from the gate.

Tom could see what was coming, so he thought “maybe the ground handlers are plugged in downstairs, and they’re just waiting for us to call them before they step out from the shade of the fuselage.”

So, Tom pressed down the intercom button on the radio control box mounted on his right consol, and quickly keyed his microphone twice to get the attention of anyone listening to the intercom outside.

Unfortunately, the entire push crew was still inside their break room drinking coffee (must have been an Air Canada ground crew- PJ), so no one was plugged into the external intercom to hear Tom’s double clicks.

Bill had been indulging himself with a dissertation on the incompetence of the ground handling personnel, when he heard Tom’s double clicks on the intercom channel.

Bill naturally assumed that the clicks had come from a ground handler outside the airplane, so he snatched his microphone of its hook and barked, “The damned brakes are off and we’re ready to push.”

After a few seconds went by with no reply, Tom realized what had happened. It was too good an opportunity to pass up, so Tom sneaked the mike up beside the right side of his face so Bill wouldn’t notice him, and said, “Look you fat old bastard, we’ll push you when we’re good and ready.”

Bill jumped so high in his seat that the seat belt nearly snapped. Bill immediately turned to Tom and said, “Did you hear that?”

Tom had lowered his mike by then, so he turned innocently to Bill and said, “Did I hear what?”

Bill said, “Did you hear what the ground handler said to me?”

Tom said, “I didn’t hear anything Bill—I have my intercom box set up for talking to ground control—I am not listening to the intercom channel at all.”

Bill grabbed his mike again and shouted into it, “What the hell did you say to me?”

By this time Tom was acting like he was trying to look over the nose of the airplane to see if he could spot the culprit cowering outside, but of course in reality he was simply using the ruse to turn his head away and shield the mike so he could reply, “I said you fat bald old jerk—if you come down here, I’m going to kick your butt!”

Well, that was too much for Bill to take. He jerked off his seat belt and slammed his seat against the back stops, then stormed out of the cockpit so he could lowered the air stairs and confront his tormentor.

It was all the engineer could do to keep a straight face until Bill was out of
the cockpit—he had seen and heard everything that Tom had done. As soon as the cockpit door slammed shut, Tom turned around to exchange looks with the engineer. What a fitting pay-back for the crap they had put up with for the past 3 days!

They were still grinning and slapping their knees, waiting for Bill to march back through the door wearing and, “I’ve been had,” expression on his face, when the senior flight attendant waved her arm inside the door to warn them that he was returning. As soon as Bill stepped into the cockpit, Tom’s smile disappeared.

Bill’s tie was pulled open and wrenched over to the side of his neck, and a tiny trickle of blood was streaming down from the corner of his mouth. He slumped into his seat and started fumbling for the ends of his seat belt, and Tom could see that both of his eyes were puffy and starting to turn black.

The engineer finally asked in his most sincere voice, “What happened out there Bill?”

Bill mumbled, “Just what I expected—the big jerk acted like he didn’t even know why I was hitting him at first.”

Well, the ground handler was apparently just as frightened by the incident as Bill was. For months Bill waited for a call from the chief pilot’s office to explain why he had assaulted a member of the push crew at Boston, but the ground handler never reported it.

The slow down at Boston ended that very day (a fact for which Bill always took credit for in private quarters) and Tom secretly savored the sweet revenge he had extracted. And the flight engineer? Well, if Tom was in the room, that engineer never had to pay for another cup of coffee until the day Bill retired and moved out of town.

[x-wind]

"a pit bull with AIDS"