FYI: Everyone flying to Minneapolis from Spokane is not necessarily from Minneapolis. Though I admit that the Appleton, WI sweatshirt I was wearing was a tactical error.
There were several people on the flight that were n00bs that had no concept of the entire airplane/airport system. And there was a particular one that had a distinct lack of knowledge of personal space. The armrest should be like the Berlin Wall, he treated it like the Mexican/American border.
I learned that if you need goose control, there is a solution. An ad at the Minn. airport informed me. I had no idea that there was enough of a problem to require a business. I knew those birds were not to be trusted.
Caribou Coffee, meh. Not horrible, but not that exciting. I’ll try Dunn Bros. on the way back.
So, after having to disabused several Minnesotans of my non-Minnesotaness and the Canadian with no respect for the armrest, on the way to Springfield, the flight attendant asks what I want to drink and then says, “Is your name Hoppe?” Um, yes. And then we tried to figure out which branch of the Minneapolis Hoppes I was from. Yeah, I was a people person today despite my best efforts to the contrary.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
Not So Fast 
Haha, this made me laugh a lot. Those damn Canadians, they should understand borders!
And really, what do you expect when you fly out of Spokavegas? And that sweatshirt was a huge tactical error. You brought it on yourself.
And thanks for your support.
I do what I can. 🙂