EWR to SFO

 America: kind of boring.
I did a lot of napping on the plane because you have to pay for TV on United flights. What the hell is this? Am I spoiled by West Jet? This was a long flight that seemed to take forever. There wasn't a whole lot to see so I napped.
I technically had a whole row to myself. There was no one else assigned to my row. This didn't stop Mr. Man in the middle seat behind me from hopping over and sitting in the aisle seat and piling all his shit on the middle seat of my row - and getting offended when I sat James on the seat so I could get something from my purse. He also didn't listen to the flight attendant who told him to turn off his Kindle about six times.

While I was in the air, horrible things happened at LAX airport. SFO was crawling with news crews and cops. I checked in to my flight (they couldn't print the boarding pass in St. John's because the flight was too far out) and the screen said my flight may be overbooked, would I like to bump off for a seat on the next flight to Sydney and a $1500 travel credit? As tempting as it was and the $1500 profit I would have made, the next flight to Sydney wasn't happening until the next day. I chose to stay on my original flight.
The airport was nuts because flights from LAX were being diverted there.

James and I went outside because we had 6.5 hours to kill. We decided to stay at the airport because there were far too many variables to leave. California is sunny and hot. We walked around for a while, until it got dark and then went in and I ate Mexican. James ate nothing.