Gee, guys, I hope the story isn't a big let down after all the expectation.
Once upon a time, between my free lance consulting phase and my computer scientist phase I took an extended (about two years) sabbatical (at least a total change of pace) where I got a commercial radiotelephone lisc with ships radar endorsement and worked in marine electronics as a field service engineer.
Due to a previous "situation" (not quite as good of a story) I was "name requested" to make an emergency trip to Cabo San Lucas Baja California del Sur to put a new sat nav on a Mexican owned tuna boat (large purse seiner) and oh well what the heck since I'd be there anyway why not install a new marine band single side band antenna and some new power amp tubes in their transceiver and give it a good tuneup too and oh by the way shove a broom up my backside and sweep the floor at the same time.
(OK, so flying to Cabo, staying in a beach front hotel where your room is actually a separate cabin on the beach, and being treated like a king by the customer's reps isn't all bad.)
I got the SatNav installed and up and running so the American navigator was willing to leave port. (Back then a sat nav was twice the size of a microwave oven and fairly complex to install or to operate.) Then later...
After getting creative and running 120VAC up the coax a few hundred feet to run my soldering gun to solder the fittings on the coax I then proceeded to check out the radio transceiver mounted on the wall in the office. It was after closing time and the large tuna packing plant was pretty deserted. I got busy removing the cover, jumping the safety interlocks, warming it up and connecting test equipment.
For a time I was so engrossed in the task at hand that I didn't notice I was not alone. A middle aged guy in really scruffy clothes was leaning on the office door jam and just watching. From the looks of his clothes I thought maybe he was a dumpster diver there at the tuna packing plant looking for a scrap to eat. Then I assumed maybe he wanted to panhandle me, otherwise why hang around. Surely watching someone doing test and calibration with electronic equipment couldn't be of much interest to an uneducated peon/dumpster diver/panhandler.
I tried to not be a total jerk so I just smiled and said hola (howdy in Spanish.) Having been acknowledged and spoken to he was now at liberty to speak. I thought oh boy here it comes now... So this guy says, in excellent English, "Ah, I see you are using a phantom load (in America we usually say dummy load) to adjust the output stage for the lowest VSWR (Voltage Standing Wave Ratio) and look to be neutralizing the output final amplifier on the highest band.
(Bullseye!!! exactly what I was doing!)
I tried to regain my composure, get my wide eyes down to normal, close my hanging open jaw, and be real nonchalant like I was used to having a cabbage speak to me or seeing an Irish Wolfhound play ragtime piano, or little gray space aliens doing Jose Cuervo shooters at the beach bar while winning the boogaloo contest.
Seems this gentleman (my how quickly our opinions can change) was an engineer from Guadalajara who had bid on and won a contract to rework some of the steam system used in running the canning operation. Although his specialty wasn't steam, he thought any competent engineer should be able to do the job. He was dressed the way he was because he didn't want to make a mess out of nicer clothes in a tuna packing plant working on boilers and steam systems.
He had bought an old ragged out but reliable car there in Baja to use for the duration of this job, leaving the family car behind in Guadalajara for his wife. I was on foot and at the mercy of taxis so I accepted his kind offer to let him drive me around and be an impromptu tour guide. We stopped at my hotel and had a couple beers at the outside bar where half of the customers were sitting on concrete bar stools that were under water in the swimming pool. When the bar conversation wandered past politics as a topic he acquitted himself masterfully being up to date on Mexican politics as well as American politics and world affairs. I watched in amusement as the gringos and gringas and higher class Mexicans at the bar had their perceptions altered by him, apparently a blue collar urchin looking guy who somehow talked intelligently on all topics and the manner of a gentleman. It took a while for folks to wrap their minds around that.
So, I learned to be a little more circumspect and not to be prematurely judgmental as well as truly enjoying the man's company. A side bonus for me was that his physical appearance made him a good double for Contiflas, a Mexican comedian, sort of the Charley Chaplin of Mexico, complete right down to the baggy pants and mustache.
You don't know Contiflas???????? He played the father of Elvis Presley's love interest in "Viva Acapulco."
Hope you weren't too disappointed.
Pat