I guess my recent SW flight was tainted by the fact I had to share it with two of my uber-chief-muckety mucks:
"Hey, 'Lil. Fancy seeing you here."
"'Morning Dr. Muckety, Mr. Muck."
"What brings you out here?"
"Work."
"You should have stopped by and say Hi, you could have come to the holiday party."
"Uh, we were uprange... working... in the dirt."
"Yeah, we got caught in that detour, too. We had to drive on a dirt road."
"Wow. How about that. We were *in* the dirt up at such and such."
"Never been there."
"You need an SUV."
"I don't go anywhere where I can't take my CoolCar."
"Then I guess you're not coming to any of our tests, then. *grin*"
"That's why I have employees."
"Mmmkay."
Well see! That's where the cattle call thing would come in handy.
"Gee, I was just running behind and I had to take the first seat available."
Then you wouldn't have had to sit with them.