I think there's general agreement on this point by those of us who have done 135 and, more specifically, Air Ambo. If I never strap another jerk's golf clubs into the lav because "they said we could take them", it'll be too soon. Likewise another phone call from a teenager at 6am letting me know that I'm "back in rest". Or another old lady insisting that we land in ASE even though it's below minimums, or "it'll be my job".
But. The layovers were often absurdly fun, and the company I kept, while dodgy by any reasonable definition, was always at least entertaining. Looking at you @cleared2takeoffyourpants, sorry, uh,
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And then when I got to Air Ambo...most of it was boring and probably unnecessary, and a reflection of our totally f'ed medical/insurance system. But when you got one that really seemed like it Mattered, you got home and felt like you weren't just a total waste of atoms and adenosine triphosphate. Would do again.
But now I have a pension. And, more importantly, the ability to play the Grand Game of attempting to extract the maximum amount of money from the Company for the minimum amount of Work. It's not Curing Cancer, but it fills the endless numbered days well enough...