Eggs on a Plane.
Minneapolis was exactly how I expected. The airport was real nice, but I think that is to give people the illusion that it's a place worth being. But there was a little excitement when I got on the plane and the flight attendant (not even close, in case you were wondering) and I found six cases of brown eggs in the stow away bin where I was trying to put my bag. Seriously? Eggs? I started screaming like Samuel L. Jackson....'who put these mother f'n eggs on this mother f'n plane!?'. I made that last part up. The flight attendant, Nancy (we're friends), got on the loudspeaker trying to find the hen who laid them, but to no avail. TSA got involved, and I got a purple heart award. And moved to first class. Some of that part is a lie as well.
Vegas in an hour and a half!