This past winter my best friend was working part time for a construction company flying a Piper Lance. One night on final approach into a middle of nowhere airport, he to had the "meat sweats"...
It was so bad, that when he landed, he had to shut down on the runway, run to to the back, grab onto the rear tie down and let er rip. After he releived himself, he realized he had nothing to wipe with.. Then it donned on him to sacrafice his boxer shorts. So he wiped and left the shorts off to the side of the runway. The story gets better...
He got back in the plane and it wouldnt start. So he had some night shift FBO worker tow him in. He dropped off his passenger who was actually quite ammused by the whole event and flew back home uneventfully, untill...
He parked the plane and walked to his truck and couldnt find his keys.... "Where are my keys" he asked? "Oh no!!!!"
So he hoped back in the plane, flew back to the airport which now has a severely contaminated runway... By this time it was early morning and the sun had come up. He lands only to see his mess on the runway...
Once again he shuts down on the runway, gets out only to find his keys right next to his ass barf and his boxers right where he left them!
The phantom runway $hitter happens to be a poster on here.
Check out the thread in the fractional section of the boards entitled "Back from the Mid East" to see what I mean. Everyone has figured out the inconsistancies in his story.
