The pilot managed to get me up a few 1000 feet above the limit and I jumped. When I pulled the rip cord, all I could make out was the sound of cutlerly leaving the pack. The back up chute containtained my clothing. With a few extra seconds I had time to strip down to my bare back and boxer shorts where my emergency chute was. I was falling much too fast and saw I was heading for a small pond near a farmhouse. I removed my shoes in time and waterskied 50 feet. A gust of wind lifted me up off the ground and eventually landed on my feet near a picnic table where a family was having dinner outdoors. A knife stuck into the corner of the table.
Go get this man some clothes, replied the head of the house. Would you like to join us for dinner? I checked my watch and saw I had enough time before catching my flight back to the office. So what happened, I was asked? Someone forgot to pack my chute. And the back up. That's where they packed some clothing. I see you were smart enough to wear an emergency suit. Yes, it comes with the territory. So what kind of work do you do? I can't really say. You know I was in the special forces and have a few stories of my own.
It's getting kind of late. Does that plane work? Runs like a peach. Would you like a lift? I really couldn't impose. No. It's alright, I need to dust the fields and take her up to the airport for some maintenence. Then it sounds like a plan. We have to be careful though. There's a flock of geese that like to spend a few hours at the pond and occassionally they can get in the way.
hey! I see you made it. Of course. Why wouldn't I...