I had just happened to overhear the girl at the counter saying that she wanted to go to break/eat right as I ran up to the terminal. So I made it very clear that they had messed up (and there wasn't much she could do to argue that fact) and made it also clear that she and I were going to be best buddies standing right there until she either found me a seat on another flight or we waited for her manager to show up for her to explain why they had screwed up so badly. And not a standby slot, a full on ticket in my hand seat.
She suddenly found me a ticket after that. It required going to another city that only added about 15 minutes to my final drive so it was acceptable.
That's not too bad. Being best friends is always the way forward. ;-)