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| Overheard in IFR Magazine‘s “On the Air” |
I heard this somewhere out East while in the clag and trying to find an approach plate:
Piper: Center, Lance Six Two Eight One November, with you at 7,000 feet.
Center (sounding tired): Lance, Six Two Eight One November, roger. But two things: first you don’t need to say “feet” because that’s understood. And more importantly, you aren’t “with me.” I know everybody in this radar room, and you aren’t here.
