My most magical "Disney" experience came not from Disney, but from American Airlines.
Mrs. Homie and I were at the Saint Louis airport, waiting for our 7:30PM-ish flight to Orlando. They were making all of the passengers check in again at the gate, and judging from the conversations we were overhearing in line it appeared they had overbooked. The man in front of me in line was having none of it, raising all kinds of hell and berating the poor ticket agent, like it was
her fault. When I stepped up, the young lady politely explained that they had overbooked but they would do their best. I politely told her to do her best, that it was no big deal, that we weren't going to
walk to Orlando, so if we had to take a later flight, so be it.
About twenty minutes later they called our name and gave us our boarding passes. FIRST CLASS!
We were seated in our seats as the passengers were boarding the plane when the gate agent stepped aboard and looked for us. She caught my eye and gave me a thumbs-up.
Just goes to show that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
By the way, I never did see that rude guy.
