A long time ago I was on a plane that had trouble securing a door. They finally tied it down with rope. And off we went.
You had a more can do crew. I had an unscheduled stay on Johnston Atoll when the crew could not secure the door and we got to look at all the nerve gas bunkers with the admonition to not take pictures while they tried to figure out the problem.
In my final year in the USAF in 1986, I worked for a joint command that was headed by an admiral; U. S. Forces Caribbean. He was given an old C-39 to get around the Carib.
On one flight back from Honduras the comms guys I worked with said that the seals on the door were so shot that they could see light around the door. When the aircraft fell out of the sky with both engines out, and only recovered at 5,000 feet, the admiral refused to fly in that aircraft again and told the air force to give him a NEW personal transport.
As a re-enlistment incentive, I was offered a chance to be the admirals radioman during a deployment to Honduras. I decided to get out of the service rather than fly with him.
Delta, right?