This isn't exactly on topic, but it isn't far off either.
When PHL turned into an overcrowded parking lot on March 16, 2007 due to freezing rain mixed with sleet (no holdover times published for that mixture of precip back then, so technically even deicing was a waste of time- forget takeoff)- my plane was full of bags and was 8 hours past scheduled departure. A pax only had enough medicine to make it into the late afternoon, the rest was in her checked bag. Stupid move, but we were scheduled to get in at 10 am. She had planned for a minor delays only.
It took an Act of Congress to get her bag off the plane and in her hands. The TSA were going bananas (this was on gate F2, in plain <hah> sight), I was talking to everyone I could, and the supe/manager yelled at the GATE agent for volunteering to pull it.
The lady was a weird shade of green by now, and we're about to call the ambulance.
I made an exec. decision. I walked out, pulled the bag myself, and threatened to make front page news if any other staff member of any other department gave me even a mouse turd's worth of s*** over it.
Funny. They all backed off. She must've eaten a cocktail of 7 pills out of that bag...