A pilot in a single-engine charter plane, VIPS onboard, approaches Seattle through thick fog. His instruments go out. He circles, seeking landmarks.
An hour passes. Fuel runs dangerously low. The passengers are nervous.
Finally, a small opening in the fog. The pilot sees a tall building where one guy works alone on the fifth floor.
The pilot banks, rolls down his window and shouts to the guy, "Hey, Man, where am I?"
The solitary office worker replies "You're in a plane."
The pilot rolls up the window, executes a 275 degree turn and makes a perfect blind landing on the runway of Seattle Airport, five miles away. Just as the plane stops, so does the engine - out of fuel.
The passengers are dumbfounded.
"How did you do that?" asks one.
The pilot's reply: "I asked that guy a simple question. He gave an answer 100 percent correct, and absolutely useless. Therefore, that must be Microsoft's support office and from there the airport is just up the road."