Ugh. It's that kind of day.

So after getting no sleep on the flight we land in San Francisco after going back in time (due to the crossing of the International Date Line on trans pacific flights going east you end up landing about 3 hours earlier than when you left the previous day) we had to go and pass through immigration.  Due to the scheduling that airlines use most flights arrive in "banks" with all Pacific flights arriving in the same time frame and then European flights arriving in another.  For this reason there were big lines in immigration but United pulled through for us again and had a line separated for people catching connecting flights.  When we got through immigration we were at the front of the airport and had to go to the check in desks and make sure we got our new boarding passes printed and then we had to go through security again, in case we picked up a knife in the 100 yards it took to walk from immigration to the new security line.  I understand the reasoning for the double security so I digress.   Anyways, we were running late for one of our flights so we had to sprint into security again and low and behold we must have looked very, very threatening because like always we got randomly selected for extra screening by the lovely TSA agents.