Originally Posted by InkUnderNails

Okay, since you brought it up, let's deal.

I will stack the bins when:

You allow me to keep my shoes on.
You let me have a sealed canned drink.
You do not make me beg to keep medically necessary liquids.
You do not take nudie pictures of little girls.
You do not expose me to even small amounts of radiation.
You do not screen me again at the gate.
You do not wave little strips of paper over my drink bought in the sterile area.
You quit asking me where I am going today.
You no longer say "You may not get to fly today."
You allow me to observe my stuff until it is again in my possession when not in the machine.
You admit that that there at those in your organization that lie, steal and harangue pax while you and your leadership defend and protect them and adamantly insist that it is a minor problem while making it almost infinitely impossible to complain effectively to the leviathan about the abuses to the pax from people in the system.

Until then, stack your bins and quit your complaining. It sounds like whining, and big boys and girls do not whine.

I have, until this time, tried to stack bins and generally police the area as I was awaiting the hopeful return of my stuff out of the magic tunnel. It seemed like the nice thing to do. Since you enjoy it so much, maybe not so often now.