I’m at Calgary International Airport waiting to board my flight to San Francisco. I thought, therefore, that I was in Canada.
How silly of me.
I was standing by gate 27 when the Air Canada people came on the PA and told me (and the rest of the crowd) that we had to move down closer to Starbucks so that they could bring a domestic flight up to the gate, which would then be used for a flight to Las Vegas. They needed us to move so they could cordon off the gate and let passengers into the adjoining concourse, used for domestic flights.
This all made perfect sense to me, except that the agent explained this by telling us that we were in the USA and they needed to turn that territory back to Canada.
I’ll bet that if I were to slug someone here, it’d be the Calgary Police who hauled me off, not the FBI!