I'm with ya on that!
My best jumpseat experience was heading home from JFK to LAX on a TWA 767 several years back. After completing a typical 5 leg, 14 hour day, I just wanted to crawl into a seat, any seat, and get some much needed rest on my ride home. I walked into this large cockpit and politely waited for the crew to finish up a checklist so that I could ask for a ride home.
Imagine the most curmudgeonly, silver-haired Captain that you can think of, turning around from his Captain's seat with the biggest snarl on his face. After looking at me from top to bottom he says, "there's no way in h#ll you're riding my jumpseat looking like that!" I sheepishly looked down at my uniform, thinking I'd left a big stain from the Chinese food that I had scarfed down on the last leg in. Realizing that I still looked presentable, I was just about to tuck my tail between my legs and bow out, hoping to catch the next transcon home when he finishes his statement with, "The only way your riding my jumpseat is if you take off those stupid epaulets!....you can't drink a tall cold one in uniform son!" With that he called the purser into the cockpit and introduced me, insisting that they hold a 1st class seat open for me. The purser was wonderful too, (a striking woman in her 50's) and she proceeded to wine and dine me all the way across the country. You could really tell she had tremendous pride in the service she provided. The Captain even came back on a couple of breaks to make sure I was comfortable and "enjoying a cold one".
That memory stays with me to this day, pilots taking care of pilots. I'll never forget that hospitality, nor will I ever let politics or personal feelings obstruct the jumpseat.