A frantic blonde calls out a May Day The frantic young blonde calls out a May Day. "My pilot has had a heart attack and is dead and I don't know how to fly." She hears a voice over the radio saying: "This is Air Traffic Control and I hear you loud and clear. I will talk you through this and get you back on the ground. Everything will be fine! What is your height and position?" The blonde says, "I'm 5'4" and I'm in the front seat." (After a long pause) "O.K." says the voice on the radio... "Now, repeat after me." "Our Father Who art in Heaven... ...