Imagine the chaos at BNE in the old days when on Sunday morning there would be a flock of Friendships on the apron.
Paxs would front up at the chainwire gate, show their boarding pass and the lovely young lady would say "that aircraft over there"
All good except all F28s look the same.
The result was that the passenger I had to pick up from the last leg of a journey from Houston to Quilpe ended up in Rockhampton.