Grand Prix, Brands Hatch, mid 80's.
Happy to have got Nelson Piquet safely home after his win, but beginning to get tired after several hours of shuttling the great unwashed out of the circuit.
Another take off, including the multiple near-misses that were so much a part of GP shuttles in those days.
Reached cruise height, breathed out for the first time in over two minutes, and realized I had absolutely no clue which of the three shuttle sites I was supposed to be going to on this rotation.
Turned to the cabin and nonchalantly asked "Ummm, just checking that you're all going to Biggin?"
Small fracas breaks out in the cabin.
Resolved by doing a round-robin to all three sites until the cabin was empty.
Problem solved!