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Starting Sept 12th 2001, my karate instructor coped by teaching us how to kill in a 30in square space with what would be available on a plane.
I know how to kill with a magazine.
Which they helpfully provide on the plane.
If we were one inch safer going thru the nonsense, I wouldn't be so angry. But it doesn't make us any safer, it's inconsistent, and they're rude. Add the cost of my flight, the hobbit sized seats for my 6'1" frame, the lost luggage, nasty food, the unexplained delays, and the canceled flights, and it's too much.
Except it's part of my (wonderful) job to travel. So there I am. Rage, constrained.