I dunno... here's one: Several times, I was on the 1 am delta flight into the dry shitties. They didn't make any money on that flight, but they needed to position the aircraft for the 6 am flight the next morning. There were usually four or five... sometimes only one... passengers. You could take a whole row and actually sleep.
Another time: I was working on a field project in NM, when the equipment broke down. Parts were days away. The project budget was crashing.
Suddenly, somebody said, "You know, if we could get to ABQ in two hours, we could go home for the weekend." Well, two of us made it, barely. And I had an upgrade. Stomped on to the plane in my steel-toed boots and hardhat. Dirty. Smelly. Sat down in first class next to some fat perfumed drone in a clown suit. Pulled a few free drink coupons out of my pocket. Stretched out... Ahhhh....
Another time: I worked 48 hours straight to prepare for a European project. Got on the transcontinental leg and passed out in an aisle seat. I only woke up when the drinks cart tried to get past and they had to push my shoulder back into my seat. Oh, and I think I woke myself up once by snoring too loud
I don't know if the flight crew called ahead, or what, but for no apparent reason, I got bumped up to business class on the transatlantic leg. I wasn't aware of any of the amenities... just laid flat and passed out.
Oh... and the next-to last time that I took a vacation, 23 years ago, I tried to book a flight to the caribbean with FF miles. There was just no way... everything was full. The next day, I was at wurk, in my office and the phone rang. "Hello, is this Mr. Mindgarden? Well, I'm Ms X, a supervisor at Delta. I was just reviewing our records and I see that you were attempting to book a flight to St. Croix? Oh, well, those flights are always overbooked and you have more FF miles than anyone else on the flight. We'lll just bump some other Schmoe. Enjoy your vacation."