Bumped from a DC-8 because of weight problems? Simply an exercise in paperwork: show a greater taxi or trip burn and hey presto, everyone rides.
I'm afraid the crew didn't try too hard to help you out on that one Barry, but on the bright side the mosquitoes probably appreciated the fresh meat. This was 1964 though, the swinging sixties were at full throttle. It might have helped if you'd been female and wearing a miniskirt. Captains usually make exceptions under such circumstances.
Disclaimer. I'm not in the market for a performance lecture from any lurking pedants, we're just squeezing in a solitary non-rev here.