Fifty some years ago. A lady was late for her flight; she arrived in the terminal after the DC-9 had been underway toward the end of the runway.
I do not remember what she said, but it probably was something about her “Do you know who I am?!” status with the UAW (and AFL-CIO). (The powerful, in those parts.)
Somebody with the airline, grabbed a jeep (WW-II relic), tossed her baggage into the back, showed the lady the front right seat, and then drove rapidly down the long leg of the taxiway, and abruptly onto the short leg toward the DC-9.
The DC-9 had stopped short and lowered a ladder from the right rear door. She boarded. Baggage loaded. Ladder up. Bye.