Seriously though, after wiping down the instruments, disinfecting the oxygen masks and mopping up the coffee on the centre console, its interesting what we find when we rummage about in the waste paper scattered on the flight deck floor. My own haul includes a nice Mont Blanc ball pen, a 500 Gramme gold bar wrapped in newspaper and a pilots wallet, the contents of which wouldn't have bought one round in Rosie's. One of the cleaners found a large brown envelope containing US$40,000. That turned out to be the cash supplied to the crew to buy fuel, should they make an emergency landing in India where the fuel carnet would be useless.
Now, how could you walk off the flight deck leaving behind half a kilo of gold or forty grand in cash and not notice? Seems that once the call "Park Brake" - "Set!" is made you all can't wait to get off the flight deck and into the bar. There must be something in this "crew fatigue" theory after all! Aren't you lucky to be cared for by such an honest bunch as us, eh?
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Through difficulties to the cinema