crazy hippies

I just got home from taking Luis to the airport. The trip was so typical Missoula. Here's some highlights:

1. We got there at 4:50 for his 6:00 flight. Northwest's ticket counter wasn't open yet.They didn't show up until after 5:00.

2. Out of the 300 or so people at the airport this particular morning, I knew three of them. I've only lived here for two years - this is a small town.

3. After we got Luis checked in, we went in search of food for him. The (yes, the - as in the only) restaurant isn't open that early, but they had a window selling coffee and muffins. As Luis bought his chocolate muffin, a man's voice made the following announcement over the intercom:
"Would all passengers please remember to take their drug paraphernalia out of their checked luggage before bringing it to security."
The woman selling coffee didn't seem surprised by the announcement, but rather she just made a mellowed-out face and quipped, "But dude, that was my favorite pipe..."

Crazy.

So now I return home to a Luis-less apartment, and after finishing my oatmeal, I'm going back to bed. I'm always sad to see him go, but at least I get to sleep kitty-cornered. Or kattywhompus, Luis likes to make fun of me for saying. (That means diagonal, to those of you non-midwesterners.)

*Yawn*...Goodnight.