One time, I was catching the last flight of the day out of DCA (Washington Reagan) on American Airlines. When I arrived at the gate (and there was no other passengers there), I asked the ticket agent when "we" would be leaving. She replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, that flight has been cancelled." Assuming that they had cancelled it because the only passenger and I'm sure they wouldn't have wanted to burn the jet time for lil' ole' me, I went ahead and asked the quesiton, "Really? Why did they do that?" With a knowing look in her face, she looked at me, smiled and said, "Well, let's see what THEY put in there." After typing in a million keystrokes, she looked at the screen puzzled, looked back at me and said, "Well, they said that the co-pilot's windshield wiper is non-functional. That's pretty creative, I guess." The thing is, she and I both knew that the reason they cancelled the flight was because, though I've been blessed, I'm not exactly "personal jet" material and they have better things to spend $15,000 on. At the same time, it could very well be true that the copilot's windshield wiper was broken.