It’s Friday! Time for a little humor. As always in The Kitchen, we will aim for as little humor as possible.

Since my job involves a lot of travel, it only seems right that I share a few travel jokes. Well, more specifically, how about some airplane jokes? Even more specifically, let’s talk plane crashes! Here we go…

The flight seemed routine enough when the pilot came on with an announcement: “Folks, I need to let you know that we’re having trouble with one of the engines. It’s nothing serious, and we can make it just fine without that engine, but we will be arriving a bit late. Expect a delay of thirty minutes.”

A few minutes later, the pilot was back: “Folks, this is your captain speaking. We’ve lost another engine. We still have two left and can make it just fine, but now we’re looking at an hour’s delay.”

Then came the third announcement: “I hate to say this, folks, but we’ve lost a third engine. This plane was designed to make it on just one engine, but we’ll be flying low and slow. Gonna be about two hours late.”

One passenger turned to the guy next to him and said, “Man, I hope we don’t lose that other engine! We’ll be up here all day.”

The transatlantic flight was going well until they flew into the storm. Multiple lightning strikes took out the engines, and the plane started to lose speed and altitude. The captain came on the intercom: “Folks, this is your captain. As you can tell, we’re having a bit of trouble, and it looks like we’re going to have to ditch the plane. I think we can pull off a water landing, but I need to ask you a favor. Those who are good swimmers, please move to the right hand side of the plane. Those who aren’t, please move to the left. When we land, those on the right should exit quickly and make their way toward land. Those on the left, thank you for choosing British Airways.”

The charter plane was flying over the South American rain forest with just three passengers: a Boy Scout, an old priest, and an important politician. At one point, the pilot steps out of the cockpit and says, “Sorry, guys, but this plane is going down. We only have three parachutes. Since I’m the pilot, I have to report what happened.” With that, he grabbed a parachute and jumped.

The politician was next. “I’m sure you understand my importance to this country. I’ll take the second chute.” With that, he was gone.

The old priest patted the young boy on the leg and said, “It’s ok, my son. I’ve lived a long life and I’m ready to meet my Maker…” But the boy interrupted him and said, “Don’t worry father. We’ve still got two chutes. The politician took my backpack.”

OK, that’s enough for now. Happy travels!