I'm so sorry MossRoad. I know it was actually a serious situation but I'm laughing so hard at the moment just imagining the guy poking his head and almost lose it. :laughing:
Yeah, it was awful! :laughing:
So we closed at midnight. If you were on-call, and a plane came in that needed service, they would call the on-call number, which was forwarded to whoever's house was on call (1980's). If we got called, there was a minimum $20 call in fee the caller would have to pay, plus services. We'd get the $20, plus overtime.
So this guy calls, I go out. He needs fuel and forklift service. Forklift service means forklift, not manual labor. The plane is a Beech18, a tail dragger like this
but converted to a nose wheel like this
but with a large freight door where that passenger door is.
The guy wants me to load 2 skids of wire baskets full of catalytic converters, and help him move them to the front of the plane. Well, I can only fork them into the rear. To move them to the front, you'd have to push them to the front. I'm pretty da%^ strong, but I can't push a skid of catalytic converters on a slight uphill angle inside that plane. Plus, he's not paying for manual labor, just forklift service. To top it off, there's a wing spar across the floor of that plane, so that prevents anything getting skidded to the front. I tell him this, and he gets irate. Demands to call my boss, the owner, at like 3:00am.
So I call my boss, a drunk by 5:15, and tell him. He tells me to help the guy out and the pilot agrees to help me. Well, no. I have to unload an entire skid basket of converters on the ground, in the rain. Then I have to load the empty basket into the plane, push it to the spar, lift it over the spar, then load another full basket into the rear of the plane, transfer all of the converters from the basket behind the spar to the basket in front of the spar. Take the empty basket skid off the plane and load the converters back into it and onto the plane. Guess how many converters the pilot helped me move? About 1/4 of the first basket. He said I made him late and he had to refile his flight plan and left me in the rain to do the work by myself.
It's when he came back out to the plane and saw me still putting converters into the last basket on the ground when he started yelling and cussing at me saying he wasn't going to pay the $20 call-out fee because I made HIM late!!! GRRRRRrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!
That's when he got into the plane and started yelling at me to hurry up, and that's when my foot slipped off the metal clutch plate three times in a row, and I bounced off the plane three times in a row, and each time he unknowingly became the target in death-match whack-a-mole by popping his head out between whacks! :laughing:
It really did look intentional after the second time, let alone the third.