When my family lived in southern Arizona, my dad's employer once flew him to Minneapolis first class--the only available seat--to troubleshoot some client's huge computer, back in the days when a drive was the size of a large vending machine. It was not a direct flight. On arrival, he went directly there even though it was around eight at night. Several high-level people had been trying to figure out what else they could try since early that morning and were waiting for him.
He plugged it in. The custodian had apparently caught the cord while cleaning and not realized it. Dad got to stay in a nice hotel, have dinner there, and fly back first class.
Kind of reminded me of the "flip the wrong switch" story.