After my trip to hell getting to Austin on Saturday (my flight boarded on time but was over 3 hours late leaving Toronto, meaning that we sat strapped in for about 3.5 hours on the ground before ever taking off, then missed my connection in Washington so arrived in Austin about 6 hours late), I flew back to Toronto last night via Chicago. Of course, the flight was late getting out of Chicago — has anyone ever had an on-time flight from Chicago? — and we arrived in Toronto just before midnight.
The gate agent who met the flight informed us that we were the last flight ever to come into Terminal 2, since it was shuttered as of end of day. As I walked through to Customs, I looked around: no other planes at any gates; no people in any waiting areas. We were the only flight being processed through Customs, and the only baggage being unloaded, which made everything exceptionally fast — so fast that I had to wait 15 minutes for Damir to pick up me.
Given that I have flown in and out of this terminal literally hundreds of times, it felt like the end of an era. Next week, US-bound again, I fly out of Terminal 3.