A good buddy of mine is a B767 pilot (and a hot guitarist). In his younger days, he was a captain on a Twin Otter. A twin otter twin propeller 19 seat commuter plane. Anyhow, one day, their flight was running late so he told the copilot to board the passengers and start up one of the engines (copilot's side of the plane). My friend ran out to plane that was sitting there idling and he boarded through the captain's door. He left the door open as he felt a big fart coming on, so let the breeze catch it. So he let it rip and put to much enthusiam in it, filling up his pants at the same time. Now what to do. He quickly jumped out of the plane, and ran to the staff house where he was staying and quickly changed coveralls. Classy guy.