Soon after taking a new job several years back I took a business trip to Milan with our CEO (my immediate boss). We were both in Y.
Connecting at ZRH on the return, I spent a bit too much time shopping. By the time I got to the gate my seat had been given to someone else. All was not lost, however: Swissair found space for me in F.
When my boss boarded, he walked past where I was reclined, sipping champagne and having grapes peeled for me (or whatever). He didn't say a word - then or later. He was very uncommunicative, the type who would send a memo to ask the time. I left the job soon after and never regretted it.