It’s New Years Eve, and while my “Predictions for 2012″ post will come later, I can now safely predict the following: United Airlines is going to screw with us on today’s flight home.

How do I know? In point of fact, that merry band of practical jokers — cleverly masquerading as a real business — have already started.

Our early afternoon flight has already been delayed three hours, and our seats — already none too choice to begin with — have been scrambled yet again.

Yay, United Airlines! Well played, my frisky airline opponents.

(Which flight attendant is taking care of Little M again?)

The cherry topping atop this Parfait of Travel Pain is that we’re supposed to show up at the airport in time to make the original flight, just in case they pull their heads out of their… well, anyway.

So we’re looking at three hours in a small, crowded terminal with a trending-towards-savage three year-old, which gives us all plenty of time to ponder the following question:

When exactly did banks, airlines, oil companies and others start treating customers approximately the same way a baby treats a diaper?

Assuming we’re not shifted to seats on the wing (our homage to William Shatner), I’ll see you at SFO. Tom Chandler.

UPDATE: The Skycap told us they’ve got nearly 50 more passengers than seats. Excellent gambit, United! I salute you…

UPDATE: Ha! 4:20 and through airplane hasn’t arrived in HI yet. United, we salute you (guess which salute?).