Almost.
Once upon a time, when I was in the RAF, we had to change a temperature senser in an hydraulic oil tank.
So my oppo carefully unscrewed the sensor from the tank... only to find that it wasn't retained by a captive nut! It was loose and fell off, down into the bottom of the tank!
So now oil was spurting out over the floor. I acted like the little Dutch boy and put my finger in the dyke. Mmm that doesn't transanslate well!
My mate ran off to get another nut as we couldn't reach the original.
He was away ages. I started to cramp up. I moved position slightly, but slipped on the spilt oil. I'm on the floor with warm hydraulic oil puring over me. Mmmmm....
So when he came back and we finished the job I had to go and shower. We had no facilities in the section so I had to take a paper cup full of swarfega back to the accomodation block It was a scottish winter and bludy cold.
But it was well worth the wait to run a shot shower and rub ice cold swarfega all over my naked body...