Yeah in the Herc world, the understanding was: never drink anything that wasn't scalding hot. That way you new what HADN'T been used by the load-monster to stir it.
In AN there was a very old FA down in ML who was known far and wide for her extreme nature, to put it very gently. Very unpopular with pilot and fa, alike. Nasty piece of work. You get the picture. Anyway, one day she'd been working her charms a little too much and the boss, who was usually very mellow --(actually most of the guys, post-89 as they were, seemed to allow themselves to be walked over by the C/crew a lot) --well he decides enough is enuff.
As we're taxiing around a bend and we have just instructed them to "disarm...etc" and he knows she's bending her fat, nasty @rse down to the girt bar, he let's the tiller self-correct (TWANG!!) and the ship lurches into the straight followed by the THUMP as her butt lands in the galley entrance.
HOWLS of laughter!! It was almost worth the unpleasant day we had to put up with. Almost... but not quite.
You see, I go to work to have a good time, not to play "one-up each other" with the c/crew. Can't we all just get along???
I'm sure someone out there will take this the wrong way and get all worked up with a blah blah blah...