That reminds me. Ferried a Lear down to Lanseria about 8 years ago. The company didn't object to me taking my then-girlfiend along, Scandinavian blonde. When pit-stopping in Accra, this huuuge local booms out at me, my bird and my colleague as we pass him in the terminal: "I like your woman - give her to me!"
This was delivered with an ear-to-ear grin, and was clearly meant in jest and in complimentary fashion.
Poor lass didn't budge from our side until out of the country
