Laramie Regional Airport

So one of my tasks for today was to go to the Wyoming State Geological Survey office on the University of Wyoming campus to purchase a topographical map that one of our courses needs.  We were told there was a dinosaur outside the building, but I don't think we really believed it until we saw this:

Wow.  Intense.  Then Colby and I got to go to the Laramie Regional Airport to pick up a student.  Whe we arrived we were told by one of the two ladies working there that the flight was delayed thirty minutes.  Awesome.  Let's watch the planes come in. ... Nope, no planes.  Let's watch TV.  One channel.  And what is it?  An in-depth coverage of the political reaction to the Supreme Court's decision about the health care bill.  Awesome.  So I amused myself by tweeting endlessly (sorry guys) and taking these pictures. 

This is the arrivals and departures board.  The arrivals are on the left and departures on the right.  Apparently they have the same flights every day.  This is also where one of the two airport employees would sit if they weren't both at lunch.

This is the Laramie Airport Starbucks.  Lukewarm according to Colby.

This is the rental car booth.  Yes, they do rent cars at this airport.

This is the Laramie Airport food court.  Gourmet.

I also took pictures of the security checkpoint and the sign that told you that if you passed this point you would be subject to search.  Maybe after Cheryl comes back inside from unloading the baggage from the plane.  And that was the best part, watching the plane come in.  "Cheryl" from the front desk (real name is not known, I am making this up) appeared outside to direct the plane to the parking spot, then chocked the front wheel (in her sensible flats).  Then Linda (also a made-up name) appeared with a baggage cart which she drove the thirty feet to the side of the plane and climbed up into the belly to get the luggage.  Cheryl then carried the bags around the wing to the front of the plane and put them down.  Then the side of the plane opened and Cheryl extended the ladder and placed a stepping stool at the bottom.  I was then shocked at a dozen people piled out of this little clown plane.  There were three teenage-looking girls who emerged, and we awkwardly questioned all of them, only to realize our passenger was in Milwaukee.  There's an hour of my life I will never get back.  Thank you to those of you who responded to my desperate tweets.  They brought me through.