Having missed more than my share of flights in recent years (which I figure is one per person, the reasonable traveller vowing never to risk such crippling opportunity/financial/ego cost again), I’d planned to:
a) pack the night before, rather than the evening of
b) take the $8 shuttle bus to YUL, rather than an overpriced cab
c) arrive 3 hours ahead of my flight time, rather than my usual 1 (or less)
I bade the cab driver a tense goodbye and burst through the doors (well, I shuffled as closely as I possibly could against the glacial rotation of the automatic doors), only to find a line of about 500 people snaking down the corridor.
All systems were down.