Pulled up in the pouring rain at a well known, very far north airport after a long hard day. Freight to drop and refuel to take, all rotors running. Begged P2 to take care of AC while I ran for pee and ciggie. Bladder control was better then but it was still going to be a close run thing.
Much relieved I walked back outside to let P2 off for his well earned 5 minutes, when I met him coming the other way. He froze and then turned to the aircraft. It was still running connected to the bowser with no-one on board. We covered the hundred metres in immersion suits, life jackets et al faster than Linford Christie on speed.
The ground crew had never noticed thank god, P2 just got out and walked in, fatigue was the only reason.
God knows what we looked like vaulting into a 332 done up in all the kit, God knows what we would have looked like had it not been there!!