Probably told this one before, but it goes with the theme. I pulled up under the ridiculous awning at Wilson Air Memphis in, I dunno, 2009 or so in my absolutely beat-to-• MU-2. And there was a gorgeous, pristine Falcon 900 sitting under there just preening its feathers. So I sort of hobble out of the crapbox and start walking in to the FBO (looking homeless AF) so I can sign the fuel ticket and get exiled to the litrully broken futon in the back room. But on the way the F/O of the Falcon button-holes me and says: "hey. I know that plane. I used to fly it". And because the paint has been put on with the lightest of brushes, we walk around the airplane and you actually CAN still see the "Gale Force Cargo" paint, underneath. Dude says "Man, I miss those days. You'll never be a better pilot than you are right now". I was like "yeah, man, this is great. Wanna trade?"
He left. Didn't seem interested in the Trade.
That's more or less my view on these things.