Shoutout to the cold pizza that fueled our engine swap marathon
We had this big engine swap on a 737 that went way past clock out. Someone ordered pizza from a spot across town, but the driver got totally lost. He ended up near the fuel trucks, and we had to wave him down with our flashlights. The pies were stone cold by the time we got them, lol. We just ate slices right on the hangar floor between setting torque values. That cheap pepperoni somehow gave us a second wind to finish up. Never laughed so hard while eating a sad dinner, but it worked.