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Rob Robertson is a little confused right now. He has a few reasons to be cheerful, a few reasons to be depressed and one hell of a story to tell at cocktail parties.
Reason to be cheerful: He has a pilot license and flies small planes out of Florida to and from the beautiful, tropical island of Nassau.
Reason to be depressed: He took off in a small plane on September 23rd, only for the engine to cut out, causing the plane to do cartwheels and clip a warehouse before eventually crashing to the earth in a heap of twisted metal and damaged cargo.
Story to tell: Rob was wearing his seat belt, and though the cockpit around him disintegrated, the pilot seat was the only part of the plane that wasn’t obliterated, leaving the 34-year-old flyboy dazed, confused, and thanking his lucky stars that he wasn’t smooshed into the ground like a khaki-wearing human fossil.
An onlooker told the Miami Herald, “Everyone thought he was dead. He was slumped over not moving. Then he slowly woke up, touched his head. He was disoriented.”
Unconfirmed reports suggest Robertson told reporters, “For a second there, I thought I was flying coach class on American Airlines.”