It seems as though my brethren of my previous carrier carry on the tradition of doing whatever it takes to get a jump on- which many times could end up in battle with an idiot gate agent.
I've pulled every trick in the book... flown 600 miles at 10000 feet, done really weird routings.. you name it. Just takes a call to the dispatcher to work the numbers to squeeze every butt in every seat. It's beautiful to see that carry on!
Kudos!