Oh boy, if I can muster up some courage, I'll share some of "Aviation's Most Embarrassing Moments"... at least that's what my cohorts would use for a label.
I never did learn how to match a short-range bladder with long-range tanks. And where on earth do men find those 6-hour internal organs?? Sheesh.
I'm debating whether to spill all the beans here.... it's not a glamorous saga.... though, one of my longer-lasting nicknames came from this very topic:
There we were, cruising in the DC-3, only about 30 minutes after take-off, when I groaned to my totally cool Captain, "jeez, how far out are we? I gotta pee!" At which he STARED at me, incredulous, and hollered "What on EARTH? What do you HAVE there??! A Gerbil Bladder???"
Which explains why, having that broadcast over the airplane's intercom, I was affectionately known for the next 2 years as "Gee-Bee". Yes, two YEARS.
Ahhh... aviation! To think that people could even LIVE without such glamour.
