After I got through security at SFO, I was delighted to see Perry's Cafe in my terminal. It was the first time since I first discovered the place nearly three years ago, since I almost always fly US Airways, and this is the Delta terminal. I plopped myself down at the bar and ordered a cup of coffee, a bloody mary, and Eggs Blackstone, their Eggs Benedict variant with a slice of tomato and crumbled bacon.
The bartender looked at his watch melodramatically and told me I was too late, that breakfast hours ended at 11. I said "Pretty please! I've been looking forward to it all weekend!" but he said no, adding that it's not even in the computer any more. As I sadly got up to leave, he said "Wait, let me ask my manager." He, and his manager, wisely decided it made more sense to sell me something I was 20 minutes late for than lose a (fairly profitable) customer entirely. Since nearly everything else over the course of the weekend was paid for by someone else, it was my splurge. Well worth it... for me and for the bartender; in addition to my usual decent tip, I gave him my BART ticket with some credit still on it.
So, yeah, it was a great weekend. It meant giving up some hours at work, but I think even though I need lots of hours, it was worth it. (Also, I don't want to rack up hours just for the sake of hours when I'm not really needed. That's charity, not employment.)
The other surprise on the flight home was that, a few minutes after I handed the usual cup of snacks to one of the cabin crew, another flight attendant came running over. "I knew you had to be here somewhere! As soon as I saw the chocolates, I figured you must be back." She'd been on my DTW-SFO leg on Friday morning. In the three years or so I've been doing this, she's definitely my first repeat customer! So to speak. I got to chat with her and another flight attendant in the galley late in the flight. Nice people!