Was enjoying so many of the stories from everyone and noting the similarities we've all shared, indpendent of geography or affiliation. Most made me smile knowingly until I saw Gary's photo. Hopefully there's a deep, dark place in hell for those souvenir hunters - especially the "data platers." Having lost these items to this barely human scourge before, it's sometimes easy to get a little jaded.
But there are funny stories out there about when the airplanes strike back. I'll supply just a few, but they are classics... like the photographer who insists on chasing the airplanes out onto the taxiway or ramp, no doubt because he "entitled" having spent several grand on camera equipment? We had one of those. He decided to set up his gear one year right behind a particularly tired engine of the B-17. He was wearing light colored clothing and when I last saw him trying to move his gear and body away from the blast area, he looked like a speckled trout. I can't imagine he ever got his clothing or the lenses clean after that liberal hosing.
Or the doofus who insisted on standing underneath the engine of the B-24 while we checked an oil screen.... stepped on our step ladder to get a better view and then was literally covered in oil from head to toe when he upset a large plastic drip pan we were balancing underneath with the collected residue of a day's work?
Or the bratty little yard ape who spent the last hour yanking on pulling on everything in the airplane and screaming and horsing around? It was truly beautiful to see him stick the entire cup of the relief tube into his mouth telling everyone who'd listen that "the pilots talk to one another thru this thing!" This payback was particularly special to those of us who'd actually had opportunity to use the "microphone" on a long flight between stops not but a day before...
Sometimes the "horror stories" have a little rainbow in the cloud now and then....
