The last two trips out of Pearson make me grumble. The grumble for today is slowness in letting me through the security gate, not for anything I had done but because of the two people in front of me they asked to take off their shoes. (One of whom budged in front of me.) The other grumble is about them taking my fingernail scissors, which were both perfect and expensive, and not-still never, either going from or to Vancouver-my small el cheapo screwdriver, which is equally sharp and dangerous.

That, and there’s no wifi Internet in Terminal 3 (AFAIK).