Delays to Get Me There Sooner

Currently in San Francisco, and it's been an interesting little adventure so far.  See, this is the stuff I love about travel.  The unexpected.  The wildly absurd.  "The point of the journey is not to arrive."

So here's the synopsis thus far...

1. The flight out of Boston was delayed by an hour.  I was worried this would cause a significant delay in San Francisco because I needed to leave the terminal, get my bags, and re-enter through check-in and security on Philippine Airlines.
2. Upon arrival at San Francisco, the flight attendant told everyone to please stay seated for a moment while international connecting passengers disembarked first.  Well, I need to go to the baggage claim anyway, so I didn't bother taking advantage of that.  It would have been more trouble than it was worth anyway because...
3. Upon being directed to the baggage claim, we were directed to an enclosed room which happened to be locked.  A planeload of people stood outside a locked door waiting for the baggage claim to open.  So, a delay?  I guess.  The bags weren't out anyway, so it didn't matter.  Just discomforting is all.
4. Picked up my bags, cool.  Time to go to check-in for Philippine Airlines.  Crap, there's a line.  This could delay me.  Double crap, they have higher restrictions on carry-on and I really don't want to check either of my carry-ons.  But... wait a minute...
5. I'm Business Class!  I can jump out of that long line and waltz my white ass right up to that counter.  I can check two bags without a fee.  I can carry on both of my other two bags without restrictions.  And all with the help of a very nice lady behind the counter.  I like Philippine Airlines.
6. Time for the security checkpoint.  Crap, another line.  Except... Business Class!  Again, I walk right up to the start of the x-ray belt where the bins are.  Nice.
7. Shit.  I forgot I had a bottle of water in my laptop bag.  It's never good when the security person picks up your bag and asks, "Whose bag is this?"  But she was very nice and helpful.  She just had to confiscate the bottle of water and run the bag through the x-ray again.  No big deal.  That could have been a lot worse.
8. Ok, through with time to spare.  Hmm... this hallway looks familiar.  Oh, that's right.  JetBlue and Philippine Airlines are in the same terminal.  They share the same gates.  I'm walking back down the same hallway I just walked up.  In fact, my departing gate is immediately adjacent to my arrival gate.  The JetBlue plane is even still there.  But they couldn't exchange bags.  Absurdity, thy name is air travel.
9. Hit the restroom, go wait at the gate.  Right about to board when, "Ladies and gentlemen may I have you attention..."  Crap, now what?  "We just received word from our office in Manila that this will be a non-stop flight.  We will not be stopping in Guam during this flight."  The passengers applaud.  Seriously, this cuts hours off of the flight.  This is awesome.  "This means that our departure time will be 1:40 AM instead of 10:40 PM."  Oh.  Well, that's cool.  Gives me time to find a power outlet and charge my devices.  "We're also authorized to compensate you with a $15 credit to the cafe upstairs.  Just show them your boarding pass."  Nice.
10. Get to the cafe.  Nice little selection of sandwiches, I'm going to eat light this evening.  I'm even the very first person at the counter as the line of 300 or so people forms behind me.  The recipe for that is actually quite simple.  See, when 300 people are taking the escalator, take the stairs.
11. The people at the cafe, however, are unaware of this $15 arrangement.  To be fair, it wasn't a promise they made.  It was a promise somebody else made.  But that somebody else doesn't have a line of 300 potentially angry people.  So... phone calls are made.  After several minutes they begin to take our money, but the system is expecting vouchers and not just a glance at a boarding pass.  So they have to work around the system, making change manually and all that.  "It's ok, I'm not concerned about correct change.  Round down to the nearest dollar, it's cool.  Here's another two dollars for the tip jar.  I'm just going to get out of this confined space because, well, 300 people."
12. Now I find a quiet corner in an unused gate next to a power outlet.  Life is good.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.  Man, Business Class rules.  I can even go to some lounge they have, but I prefer it here.  I'm near my gate.  I can see the activity of my gate.  Back to the wall, eyes on the door.  That's much more relaxing than sitting in some closed off room somewhere else.  It might be a great room, it might have a great view, but none of that matters.  I have a power outlet and peace of mind. I'm good.