I made friends! Well, kind of. So after that miserable flight to LA, I was hopeful for some productive down time, as oxymoronic as that may seem. Turns out, LAX is probably one of the most confusing airports ever – and with all the shuttles, cabs, and random loiterers, I was surprised I even got to Terminal 2 – half an hour after I got off my first flight. Checked in with China Air and met a nice man that said I had a sucky seat, (50K), and proceeded to ensure the best seat on the plane – the last seat next to a security guard. Said security guard would be big and handsome, and would be seated in the aisle seat, while I am in the window seat (60A), meaning we’d have a seat in between us. Whatever, I don’t really care, an empty seat is cool – so I took it. Three wifi-less hours and a Burger King meal (which I was not too happy about) later, it was time to board. Lo …