Just be thankful that your miseries were on solid ground. In 1972, flying back from Freeport in the Bahamas, some half drunk smoker decided to have a puff (it was allowed in those days).
Anyway he dropped his lit match into a bag of straw souvenirs and the rear end of the plane was engulfed in smoke within a few minutes and the bag of straw articles was aflame, all at an altitude of 27,000 feet.
We managed to extinguish the straw and landed safely. I have never complained about waiting ever since, I do however hate waiting while seated on the plane, it happened a few times, you feel helpless, can't move about.
Service just ain't what it used to be, be it at an airport, restaurant, store, it's all gone to the dogs.