My father came back on a flight from a business trip with a safe landing. The airline slowed down to a stop after exiting the runway and paused without motion. Two minutes later, the airline pivoted 90 degrees clockwise and stopped. After another 2 minute pause, the airline again pivoted, but to the left about 180 degrees. Again, the airline stopped and stood motionless. Two minutes later, the captain's voice boomed from the loudspeaker, "Can anyone out there tell me where Gate 11 is?"

After a long delay at the snowbound Cincinnati Airport, we were finally pulling out (backing up to start taxiing). The air hostesses were doing their pre-flight routine, apologizing for the delay, when the captain's voice boomed: "All you air hostesses in the aisles; How many times have I told you not to stand in the aisles and block my view when I am backing up!"

This one belongs to me. While not funny it is a coincidence. My father and I were sitting in a jet at Detroit Metro Airport waiting for our flight to take off. My dad was nice and comfy and reading the paper. He told me, Benny Hill died. We later learned our pilot's name was Benny Hill as well.