One dark night, long ago, I was high above another country taking pictures. For some reason it was easier to move around and reach the switches than usual. It wasn't really a conscious thought at the time, but I was really enjoying the flight. About half way through the mission, I hooked my parachute risers to my ejection seat! YIKES! I've often thought what the ride would have been like if I had to eject that night. True story. I've never been comfortable with my belts off since.