I almost forgot.. Another case of mistaken identity....
There was the time the local fire manager guy came out to the airport where we were all "standing by", working in "his" area. Of course, we get to know a lot of manager-types, traveling from place to place. We always try to get to know them, since we are, in a way, working directly for them, even though we are considered a national resource that is supposed to move around in accordance with the fire activity, not tied to just one place.
That said, we were all roasting in the heat, and this place had a small, ancient, crumbling TINY trailer where we could escape the baking sun. It was filthy and no doubt harbored a hundred diseases. There was a lame fan at each end, and no A/C, but if you tried hard, you could imagine it was a cool breeze, not a suffocating one that reeked of 12 people crammed in there like sweating sardines.
I had on my work boots, since we have to wear leather boots to fly in, and a T-shirt and jeans. The jumpers all have to wear Nomex fire clothes, and most were shirtless in the heat, but had on the Nomex pants. We were all sitting side by side, dripping sweat and wishing we could get a fire so we could get the hell out of there, when the fire manager stepped in. He was a nice guy, an experienced guy with a long fire background, and he started visiting with all the jumpers. When he got down the line of stinky bodies to me, I extended my hand and said "Hello" and it all, suddenly and abruptly, SCREECHED to a HALT.
He gave me the dirtiest look.. just glared at me... I didn't get this at all... and then soon he spun on his heel and walked out of the rickety old trailer. I was dumbfounded.. thinking I must have offended him somehow.. but.. HOW? I hadn't even had a chance to say anything!
Soon after that, we got a fire call and all flew out the door... and raced off to the fire... and when I saw that man next, he walked up to me directly, HIS hand extended, shook mine, and apologized profusely. He was SO embarrassed, but said he thought I was one of the jumpers, and he was SO APPALLED that I would be ON DUTY in JEANS that he was just too upset to even chew me out. After we flew off that day, one of the guys left behind laughed his butt off, and said "Hell, no, she's our pilot!" The poor guy was mortified.