I’m in my nice big spacious Air Canada jet with many empty seats waiting to go to Toronto. There I will connect to another flight that will get me to Edmonton after 1:00 AM.

I was happy with that plan. I had a small concern that it would be too late to catch a shuttle bus home, but I can always pay a bit more and take a taxi.

That happiness is in question now. As I look out my window seat, I see a WestJet plane sitting on the tarmac, two gates down. The airline that prides itself on serving western Canada. I have no idea where its going, but I suspect that that flight would have been much more efficient. Probably passing through Calgary.

Meh. I’ve got lots of space here to try and sleep, and the Toronto stopover is short. I’ll check with WestJet and find out what plane 201 was doing in Montego Bay later.

No worries, Mon.