Well, Spiff, I used to do that, but it generally turned out to be a forty-minute wait on bad hold music before getting disconnected and starting over. If I did reach a human long enough to receive a lecture on how the event was either my fault or impossible or both, and be given a file number, nothing ever came of it until I called to find out why and would be told there was no record of said file number. This thread? They recognize me there.

Eventually I decided my own time was invariably wasted with no skin off their nose, and devoted the newly-freed hours to reading edifying literature.

However, I have taken a page from their book. The love-note has inspired me. I do not steal things, but where I've been, in seatback pockets, restroom stalls, gate benches, etc. appear pocket Constitutions, small notes with the trouble escalation hierarchy, preprinted complaint/compliment forms, 4th Amendment discussion, or little copies of the poster. It may not turn sheeple into wolves, but just maybe, someone will be encouraged to think.

No screener has ever had consent to invade my belongings—implied, imputed, confirmed, affirmed, revised, mixed, shaken or stirred.