Well, I only got cursed at once by some mongrel hippie type at O'Hare back in Sept, 1967 as I was returning from Korea in uniform to reunite with my bride in Iowa (she was staying with her parents).

Got on a practially empty UAL DC-6B, and had a very enjoyable conversation with a nice stewardess during a raging midwest thunderstorm. All the greetings I needed waiting for me at the Cedar Rapids airport that night.