Perfect Squelch
> A crowded United Airlines flight was canceled. A single agent
>was rebooking a long line of inconvenienced travelers. Suddenly an angry
>passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket on the
>counter and said, "I have to be on this flight and it has to be first
>class."
> The agent replied, "I am sorry, sir, I'll be happy! to help
>you; but I've got to help these folks first, and I'm sure we'll be able
>to work something out."
> The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the
>passengers behind him could hear, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?"
> Without hesitating, the agent smiled and grabbed her public
>address microphone, "May I have your attention please," she began, her
>voice heard clearly throughout the terminal, "We have a passenger here
>at Gate 14 who does not know who he is. If anyone can help him find his
>identity, please come to Gate 14."
> With the folks in line behind him laughing hysterically, the
>man glared at the United agent, gritted his teeth, and swore "Fuck
>You!"
> Without flinching, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry, si! r, but
>you'll have to get in line for that, too!"
