My wife and I had a friend over for dinner. Our conversation eventually landed on our respective jobs. It had been storming non-stop all afternoon, making my life in the radar room a huge vector-filled headache. I mentioned that we’d had a lot of flights divert because of the awful weather.
With genuine concern, our friend asked, “Were you okay working outside, with the rain and all?” I paused, a forkful of food in hand. Then it hit me. She’d always thought air traffic controllers were the marshallers with the orange wands, waving airplanes to parking.
