Though one never wishes for one's kid to have a meltdown — the toll is just too high on them — there are those times when one wishes that you could give clueless airline agents just a little taste of the disaster that they are courting by not taking an autism spectrum disability seriously. By blowing off a request for reasonable accommodation (that they had already assured us would be available before we booked the flight). By acting like we were making this all up so that we could have cooler seats. Yeah, right. I've decided to get my kid a life-long neurological disorder so I can get preferential seating on airplanes.
