Sometime mid 70s, on detachment in Germany, FJ eng line controller. One of the aircraft required a refuel so I said to no-one in particular, "What's the number of the refuelling flight?" (mistake of course). Quick as a flash one of my guys comes back with an extension number and I promptly dial. The phone rings for ages and I mutter that refuelling flights are all the same, supposed to be manned 24/7, never answer the phone etc. Then a ladies voice answers the phone with a (very posh) "Hello". I replied that I didn't think I had the right number, especially as I now notice that all the troops are rolling round the floor laughing. The voice continued, "This is the Station Commander's wife and I have just got out of the bath to answer the phone!". Quick thinking, I replied, "Do you know who I am?". "No", came the response. "Thank heavens for that" I replied and put the phone down. At least I had another 'volunteer' for sh!t jobs for the next few days!!