Many years ago, when I was flying a Shrike Commander for my boss at Flying Magazine--you kids probably don't know what a Shrike is, but never mind--that had a fancy club-seating interior with all the 1970s comfort-in-flight accoutrements, I had my then-girlfriend pee into the empty ice container between the two plush back seats because I didn't want to give up altitude and a tailwind to land.
It always amused me when I'd thereafter hear Ed Muhlfeld, in back, say, "Another Scotch on the rocks, Bob?..."