"Breakfast was over, and none had breakfasted."
I was at the airport yesterday, arriving from Newark (New Jersey). It was a long walk from the airplane to customs, so I had plenty of time to make my way to the front of the crowd (recovering from my poor starting position of seat 15C). It was a tough decision of whether to take the stairs or escalator, but I chose wisely.
I was the first through customs (as there was absolutely no line, seriously) and I was waiting for my luggage to arrive at the Air Canada Jazz baggage carousel. Soon other people from the flight began to gather around. Then, the most remarkable thing happened. The luggage started to arrive, and my bag - I kid you not - was the VERY FIRST ONE. That never happens. I was shocked. And then I quickly went to get my stuff as everyone else (I'm certain) gave me evil looks of envy. I calmly proceeded on my way. Good times :)
I was the first through customs (as there was absolutely no line, seriously) and I was waiting for my luggage to arrive at the Air Canada Jazz baggage carousel. Soon other people from the flight began to gather around. Then, the most remarkable thing happened. The luggage started to arrive, and my bag - I kid you not - was the VERY FIRST ONE. That never happens. I was shocked. And then I quickly went to get my stuff as everyone else (I'm certain) gave me evil looks of envy. I calmly proceeded on my way. Good times :)