A man walks into the lounge at the Lafayette airport, and notices Boudreaux sitting at the bar with three empty whiskey glasses in front of him. The man strikes up a conversation with Boudreaux and offers to buy him another drink. “What’s wrong, pal ? You nervous about flying ?”

Boudreaux tells him, “N-n-nervous about flying ? I’m t-t-terrified of flying ! I j-j-just know the p-p-plane is gonna crash, and we’re all gonna d-d-die !”

The man asks “Well is this your first time flying ?”

Boudreaux says, “N-no, I fly cross c-c-country all the t-t-time. It’s m-m-my job.”

The man suggests, “Well if flying makes you so nervous, why don’t you ask your boss to let you drive instead ?”

Boudreaux says, “Oh, no, he won’t let me d-d-do dat.”

The man, of course, asks why, and

Boudreaux tells him ” B-b-because, I’m de p-p-pilot ! “