Damn RJs! I heard there are advantages to having the cargo compartment between you and the pax.

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Well, not so much, but still one of my best memories.
'Twas perhaps my second or third flight out of IOE on the ATR. I was flying with an INSANE captain, who happened to be able to fly the S#$% out of the airplane. One last trip before the day was done, and it was a short trip to CSG. I was learning a lot and having the time of my life.
With a deferred cargo door motor.
(For non ATR types, this means that the cargo door must be opened by hand, using a hand crank, and nearly 400 revolutions of said hand crank.)
Being new, and not knowing that this particular task could be delegated to a ramper, I snapped-to and started cranking with a vengence. After nearly 50 turns of the hand crank, my hand slipped off of the device and impacted the cockpit door. The bullet-resistant, two inch thick, solid metal cockpit door.
Now I've been around the world a time or two, but that particular day, in the forward cargo hold of an ATR on the ramp in Columbus, GA, I said some things, at the top of my vocal ability, that I had never thought myself capable of. (In retrospect, I'm pretty proud that I was that creative under stress...) I cussed everything French, everything to do with ASA, and especially everything to do with Columbus, GA.
As I faded to the deck of the A/C with a bloodied pulp of a paw, the door to the passenger cabin slowly opened.
Unbeknowest (sp? sure, I just made that a word...) to my rookie-self, the first five to six rows of still present, wide-eyed, passengers had heard every syllable of my tirade through the thin plastic/composite bulkhead that separated the two comparments.
I'm certain that I would have lost my job that day, had I not had a banged up hand to garner sympathy points from the fare paying passengers.
I'm gonna miss the ATR. :beer: