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I'm going to miss the banter with ATC when I get too old to fly. Those guys and gals are the greatest in my book. I have found ATC controllers to be extremely helpful for us "little guys", but then I've never flown in NY airspace LOL! There's a separate language we pilots have to learn, though. When controllers say something in a certain way, they're trying to tell you ...gently... that you screwed up. They're mostly patient and non-judgemental, unless you really piss them off.
If you search for "JFK ground controllers" on YouTube, you can kiss 8 hours goodbye.
www.liveatc.net is a great site (and they also have an App) to listen to live controllers all over the world 24/7. They also have archives of notable radio calls. It’s also fun to look at an airport taxi diagram while listening to the ground controllers to help visualize the traffic.
If I’m traveling commercially, I sometimes listen to live atc at the airport and try to match the calls with the view from the terminal.
There are many hilarious conversations at https://aviationhumor.net/atc-quotes/
My favorite pilot legend is when Lufthansa supposedly told ground control that they were missing a passenger, a mister Goldstein. Someone on frequency piped up and broadcast, "Have you checked the ovens?" That's bad...
In 1985 I was on a flight from Mexico to Seattle. About half an hour into the flight the stewardesses disappeared. Suddenly the overhead speaker was on to the cockpit and you could hear the stewardesses giggling and talking with the pilot. We were about 1000 feet or so off the ground following the coast so you could see that we were changing course a couple times a minute which seemed to correspond with the gigging from the cockpit. I did not understand Spanish so I don't know what they were saying but the Mexican passengers were smiling and nodding like they knew what was going on.
We landed in Seattle at about 2 AM and waited in a single file line to clear customs. Time dragged on and the two pilots and three stewardesses came in and walked to the front of the line. The man behind the counter advised him that he was the only one there and they would just have to get in line. They argued a little but eventually got to the end of the line.