[Missed the earlier installments? Scroll down, lovely reader, and you’ll find them. -jones] I was all business as I made my way through the overcrowded Toronto airport, lowering my shoulder if needed. I might or might not have knocked the wind out of a man in a trench-coat who was looking at his phone instead of looking at where he was walking. If I did, apologies to you, good sir. Please look where you are going next time. I was desperately trying to recall the protocol in Toronto for switching from a Canadian flight to a U.S. flight. My best…