True story: I was flying the red-eye from Phoenix to West Palm Beach in the waning days of Eastern Airlines, with the obligatory change of planes in Atlanta. I got off the airplane in Atlanta at 5 a.m. and checked the monitor to get my connecting gate information, and it was flashing "see agent." I went to the agent and said "I'm supposed to be on flight XYZ." Without even looking down, he said, "Oh, you must be Mr. Ibold." I said, "It's that bad, huh?" He said, "You're the only passenger. We're not going to fly it."
The irony of this story is that I had flown to Arizona to research a story about how Eastern management was violating its labor contracts by subcontracting maintenance work to Evergreen in Marana. I guess Fate understands poetic justice very well.