The Other FedEx FDX

The Other FedEx was born from a bizarre trademark accident in 1984 and has been confusing airports ever since. We’re not that FedEx — we’re the other one. The one held together with duct tape, questionable decision-making, and pilots who really should know better by now.

We specialize in hauling whatever needs hauling: boxes, creatures, items that glow faintly in the dark, and cargo that probably should’ve been labeled “nope.” We take stuff from places that don’t want it, deliver it to places that mysteriously do, then repeat the loop because the universe enjoys irony.

Our pilots gather in a dimensionally unstable lounge hidden behind what used to be the Meigs Field public restroom — a place accessible from any airport in the known universe. Inside, you’ll find cookies, disinfectant wipes, and at least one crew member arguing with an imaginary flight engineer.

If you want fun without pretense, flying without pressure, and a VA where chaos is a feature, not a bug — welcome aboard.

The Other FedEx Delivering Weird Sht Since 1984.*