On time: The LA flight was, yes. If I'd stayed on the original San Francisco flight I would have been delayed by three and a half hours.
Flight time: 1h 45m.
My seat: 1D, a bulkhead seat in a 2-2 configuration. It was a very tight squeeze in this very small plane.
How full: Every seat taken. Max got me the last seat on the flight.
Entertainment: Great in flight magazine, Hemispheres.
Service: Earl was running the cabin all by herself. She gave out drinks and bags of pretzels, and was friendly and efficient throughout.
Fellow passengers: Families heading to Disneyland, LA businessmen. My seatmate was getting a bit close for comfort, leaning in to look out the windows as we approached LA.
He apologised for the personal-space invasion — he was just desperately worried about the Californian wildfires, which we could see blazing against the night sky. It was a terrifying view — Malibu was on fire and one of his colleagues had already lost his entire home.
Toilets: One way at the back. I didn't use it.
But wait, the roller coaster continues: On arrival in LA, I received a text message from United to say my suitcase had been sent to San Francisco on an earlier flight (I'm not sure why, as I wasn't on the plane with it? Isn't that a security issue?). This led to quite the debacle trying to get it sent to me in New Zealand, but United came through in the end and got it back to me safe and sound two days later.
Would I fly again? Yes, but maybe would just take carry-on luggage.