I was on a plane with Ricardo Montalban as the main combined steward/pilot. We were taking off on the lower road of a bridge with two stacked lanes. The bridge itself was going over land. There were other planes underneath us that had to take off synchronized with us. We were delayed slightly because the maneuver was difficult. We finally took off.

Ricardo was giving the passengers a lesson on airplane doors. We were all standing around him (no seats?) watching his demo. He said he hated bedrooms because you always had to open doors to get into them, and that was very clunky and inconvenient. Instead, he like hideaway beds because the movement you had to go through to get to the bed open was very slight and subtle.

I was feeling impish, so I walked out of the crowd up to him and did a pantomime of someone opening a hideaway bed that refused to open. I was jumping up, using my weight to try to open the bed. On my third try, I pantomemimed that the bed finally opened which caused me to crash on the floor. Everyone thought it was hilarious and all the passengers had a good laugh. Ricardo said "well done!" and chortled heartily while he patted me on the back. I noticed he either had white fingernail polish or put white tape around the top digits of all his fingers.