Around the early 00s, Flying along, my Capt and I were reminiscing about the F27. Me as a kid riding my bike out to the airport to watch the morning flight come in and depart on my way to school and he as an FO, and later a Capt with TAA on it. Here's a couple of the tales he told me.
The first, was a departure out of ISA on a hot day going back to TSV via all the ports. The Dispatcher hands them the loadsheet and says "The Fokkers chocker ocker".
The other that springs to mind was a run down the coast from CNS. 2 blokes get on with a couple of mud crabs each in a box and asks one of the hosties if she could keep them cool in the galley. "No problems" she says and stores the box in the galley and off they go. Later in the flight she can't remember who's crabs they were, so she makes a PA announcement: "Would the gentlemen who gave me the crabs in Cairns please make yourself known by pressing the call bell above your head"
kika