25 years ago I had my first para jump.
It was a hot day and the pilot was drinking what you call a "Apfelscholle" in Germany, which is apple juice and minaral water and looks like beer and he was drinking this out of a beer glas.
Some people behind the fence who saw this were looking and making remarks that the pilot should not drink beer.
So the pilot acted drunk on purpose and asked us to lift him in the plane, while he acted really drunk and unable to even walk.
Walking by the fence, my friend looked at these people and said: Well, now you know why we have to carry parashoots! This job and company sucks!
I'll never forget their faces!