Two navigators named Dave and Bob were hanging around the squadron one day. Bob goes down to the snack bar to get yet another coke and candy bar and comes back into the room breathless. "You're not gonna believe this! There's a vending machine down there that sells pilot wings for 98 cents!" "What?" Dave replies (always the eloquent one). Come look," Bob says, and drags his friend to the snack bar. When they get there, sure enough, there is the machine. It has a screen and a keyboard, and a sign that says "PILOT
WINGS: 98 CENTS" , "NAVIGATOR WINGS: $12.50" "I've got an idea," Dave says. "Let's get some pilot wings with OUR names on them. Then we can be the cool guys, land the chicks, get a bonus and the good jobs... you know-be part of the in crowd!" "Great idea!" Bob answers. Then a dejected Bob says, "But wait... I only have 96 cents, and the wings are 98... what am I gonna do?" No problem," Dave answers happily. "I have a dollar. I'll get MY wings, then you can have my change and add it to your 96 cents and you can get wings too!" "FANTASTIC!" Bob replies, already salivating over the possibility of finally getting to see how the other half lives. Dave goes to the machine and puts in his dollar. He types in his name and selects the wings he wants. The machine chugs and whirs, and out pop a brand spanking new pair of pilot wings with Dave's name on them. He rips off his nav wings, slaps on the pilot wings, puffs out his chest, picks up his change and struts out of the snack bar. "Waitaminit!" Bob cries. "What about the change so I can get MY wings?" Without looking back, Dave answers, "Screw you, nav....."
