SFO to SYD

I really don't know what is wrong with people. Do intelligence and listening/comprehension completely vanish as one walks through airport doors?

- Four airlines spent an hour each paging various passengers. I guess they gave up and flew the plane without them. Who are these people who hear their name in the airport and aren't concerned enough to investigate? Why are they being paged? Why can't they hear it?

- "We are boarding in groups; your boarding group number can be found on your ticket. Please do not try to board until we have called your boarding group." Very clear instructions, I think. Kudos to the airline attempting to make the boarding process slightly easier. People obviously heard, "The gate area is on fire and we must all rush to the boarding area or we will surely perish! Every man for himself!"

- Get on the plane. Put your stuff in overhead. Sit your ass down. Am I the only one who thinks this is obvious? It clearly meant, to some "stop and have a chat with people in the aisle or try and switch seats so you can be with your friends." Even when the flight crew came on the overhead in the plane and announced (in nicer words), GET ON THE PLANE. PUT YOUR STUFF IN OVERHEAD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN. People still insisted on doing pretty much anything but this.

- I was lucky to get a wonderful seatmate who was the right mix of chatty and sleepy. He didn't know you could request a window seat or a vegetarian meal at time of booking.

This was the longest flight on the biggest airplane I had ever been on. The wing was bigger than the first plane I was on that day! I slept for most of the flight. The movies kept cutting out and I was tired. I firmly believe I have been spoiled by WestJet and their seat back TVs.