A few years ago I was flying MUC-LHR on LH and then LHR-JFK on UA. I had been up the night before rather late and had, maybe a gallon or so too much beer (it was Octoberfest). Octoberfest ends pretty early but my coworker and I had some sort of problem when we got off our train and couldnt find our hotel. We were wondering through fields in the middle of the night (cannola plants as I recall). We finally managed to come across a hospiital appropriately enough and found a taxi to take us to the hotel. Then my very early flight that morning was delayed by thunderstorms and heavy turbulance. So by the time I got to LHR I was really late. After checking in they radioed for a cart to meet me as soon as I went into the departure area and ferry me to the gate where they were waiting on me. All of this to say I was in really bad shape. And, sitting in coach. As soon as I sit down, I close my eyes and hear this screaching noise. No, it isnt my liver leaving my body, it is about a 4 year old kid in the row behind me. I fixate on this and I realize the kid is screaming for his dad, who is about 4 or 5 rows in front of me and apparently moved because he doesnt want to be by the noisy kid. So I a hearing this incessant scream of "daaaaaaaadddddyyyyyy". I look at the dad and figure, okay, he is a real little guy, this will be easy. We get to altitude, the seat belt sign comes on, I walk up to him whisper in his ear, "if you dont change seats with me and sit by your lovely child I will take you out right where you sit". And then give him a big grin.

As this is going on one of the FAs walks down the aisle. She passes me, and stops, turns around and comes back. I guess the look on my face took a row or two to sink in with the sreaming. She says, "sir, as soon as we take off and it is safe to move I will come back and get you and move you to the back, I can get you an entire row to yourself". I thank her profusely. About 5 minutes later she comes back and says, "they're loading a few more bags, get your stuff and come with me right away." Yes, the little things can go a long way.