Mid-90's. My then girlfriend, a surgeon, gets a secondment to 'reset babies heads' in a Melbourne hospital for six weeks and could I collect her from the airport on her way home. She emerges, after her flight home, with a wry smile and comments that I might not want to give her a lift home when I find out about her flight. Turns out that during pushback on the last leg (LHR > MAN, QANTAS 744) the purser comes over, asks if she is Dr ~ and on receiving the affirmative is told that the Captain wishes to see her. GF presumes it is an onboard medical emergency, when in fact it turns out to be a jump seat invite. Some people get all the luck ...