A few years ago I went to the Canaries to recover a 757, (Radial Drive Shaft).
We were supposed to be back pretty quickly but as often happens it turned into an overnighter. As we had no spare clothes we all trooped into the nearest shop to buy shorts and knotted hankies. Man we looked cool when we hit the Disco's. One of the guys got so "confused" after drinking gallons of San Mig, he was accosted by a gang of teenage girls. They stole his money and scarpered. He spent the whole night in a police van checking out teenage girls, in the vain hope of recovering his wallet.
When I finally arived back at the Hotel I crashed about 03.00, only to wake up half an hour later busting for a wizz.
Again in the confusion caused by a very hard days work (not to mention several gallons of Sangria), I managed to find myself locked out of my room, by this time my back teeth were swimming.
To add to my problems I was also boll**k naked.
I subsequently had to relieve myself in a Fire Bucket and still naked, go to reception for them to let me back in the room.
By this time I did not care that the foyer was full of people returning from a night out.
What I did care about, when we finally left the next day, was that most of the people who were laughing at my antics in reception, were also passengers on my flight home.
Please tell me again, why is it that we engineers are not respected.
No 1 of an occasional series.