Or we can go with Penn Jillette's "Bacon and a Kiss" Airline...
When I flew out of Germany into Qatar for the Gulf War, they had no seats left on the Hercules aircraft, so the loadmaster used cargo straps and cinched three of us onto the bare metal floor with our backs against a couple of thousand pounds of lumpy supplies and baggage. Was not so bad for the take-offs, but (after flying several hours in -55F temps at altitude) sitting down for a landing was remarkably cool on the buttocks. I spent 14 hours in that tin can over two hops as we flew the long way around to avoid the shooting. My in-flight meal service was a cold box lunch of mystery meat and the washroom facilities were mounted on the wall of the cargo compartment.
Today when I fly I always treat people with due respect. They are just doing their jobs for the most part. However, I also embrace the Patrick Swayze "Road House" attitude of 'Be nice until it's time to not be nice...' The counter staff usually have name tags and if treated inappropriately (or exceptionally well for that matter) then a letter to the company would not be uncalled for with the date, time, person involved and the circumstances. If they want to take an extra long look at my bags, then they can feel free. I have nothing in there that is objectionable. They usually check my bags anyway when they see the regs on the x-ray. I have never spent more than 7 or 8 minutes even when they do a hand bag check.
I have had more positive experiences than negative when flying. Today I am happy to have a seat that is heading in the direction I want to go. Besides, the worse seat on the airplane arrives at the same time as the best.
My 2 psi...