The sleepy polar bear, who had been leisurely chatting with our new friend whilst I hauled my luggage onto the belt, failed to inform me of yet another wait at the regular check-in counter. A grueling twenty minutes passed us by, not a second being justified as queuing in separate lines could have happened in parallel.
I volunteered to do so, in the name of saving time, and discovered that the area as a dedicated liquid disposal area. Rather than the standard garbage bins of Toronto Pearson, YYC offered a Stainless steel apparatus fitted with fine grates for the emptying of water bottles. The design prevented splashing while filtering large, insoluble particles such as tea leaves.
This same jacket was, indubitably, tossed into the washing machine the moment I entered back into the house.
This section appeared distinctly less modern than the likes of A and C, with even the bathroom facilities adopting a dull, brown palette instead of vibrant cool tones.
And, to my utter amazement, the flight departed early!
Meals served shortly afterwards. For both Business Class and Premium Economy, flight attendants took to taking drink and meal orders personally instead of traversing up and down the corridor with a clipboard and beverage cart. Within the first half of the flight, many were spotted walking back and forth with meal trays. This observation was not extended towards Economy, however, as a beverage cart was spotted when glancing down the aisle.
Accompanying the Chicken entrée were garlicky roasted potatoes and sweet red peppers. Fleshy, well-seasoned bits of white meat were immersed within a lightly spiced cream sauce, evoking significantly less plastic-tasting notes as the outbound trip.
Concluding with a sticky and soft Brownie deluxe, one could perceive the surface to be initially flakey. Over time, the dessert had evolved to a cakey - and only slightly fudgy - consistency.