Au fin fond

While I got what is called a Priority Pass along with a fancy credit card earlier this year, and while I set it aside in the "bring with" pile when sorting wallet contents this morning, I never would have thought to use it had I not seen the priority pass lounge on my way down the interminable corridors that lead to the very last gate down a lost byway in Terminal 1.

Of course,  I'm here at the ends of the earth (or at least the ends of Pearson) and not in the lounge, because the Priority Pass somehow failed to make its way to my wallet.