One I will never forget was an enticingly cheap red-eye from LA to Cincinnati in the late 1970s with a stop in Dallas. The LA-Dallas leg was filled with young men on their way to boot camp, and an already tired DR ChasSmith was tortured for over three hours by the drunken screaming partying crowd. It was so unruly that, once we were in the air, the flight attendants didn't even try to control it - or, unfortunately, even to provide much service for the rest of us. It was impossible to have any quiet, let alone sleep, between, let's say, midnight to three in the a.m. I probably got a little sleep on the leg to Cincinnati, but was pretty miserable with my ears ringing the whole next day.