Me, my father and my best friend, Diana went. Diana flew earlier and met up with my Father who was all ready there. My flight from San Diego was a red eye. For some reason, after we boarded the flight, it was cancelled! If I didn't leave that evening, I would miss the flight! Of course, eveyone else was distraught. There was alot of confusion, if you can imagine. I approached a very friendly looking flight attendant and explained my situation. I told her that I was attending a march in Washington and if I didn't get on a flight, it wouldn't even make sense to go. She asked me what the March was for. I told her we were marching for the impeachment of Bill Clinton. She took my hand and escorted me to the desk of the only other airline who had a flight out that evening. She took me to the front of the line, whispered something to the ticket woman, and I made it to the March.
The airlines aren't all bad.
Appropos of nothing, the flight attendant was African American.