At a busy airport, passengers were seated on a commercial flight, waiting for the cockpit crew to arrive.
Eventually, the captain and co-pilot appeared—from the back of the plane. Both were wearing dark sunglasses. The captain tapped his white cane along the aisle, occasionally bumping into passengers, while the co-pilot walked beside a guide dog.
At first, everyone assumed it was a prank. But soon the engines roared to life, and the plane began taxiing to the runway. Murmurs of concern spread through the cabin. As the aircraft accelerated, some passengers gripped their seats, others began to pray. The shouts of panic grew louder as the plane sped toward the very end of the runway.
With less than twenty feet left, the entire cabin erupted in a unified scream—just as the plane lifted smoothly into the air.
The co-pilot let out a relieved breath and said to the captain,
“You know… one day, the passengers aren’t going to scream—
and that’s the day we’re dead.”