American readers, please contrast this with your typical airport experience.
Arrived at Christchurch Airport at 7:25 for an 8:10 flight. Parked. Waved my phone at a kiosk, which printed my boarding pass. Got a coffee. Brought the coffee with me through security, where there was no particular queue because security agents here don't waste time molesting people. Walked to the gate and hopped on the plane.
My biggest delay was waiting for an excellent coffee.
Why haven't you emigrated yet? Do you like the ritual humiliation of American airports? Revealed preference says you must....