Interesting point 1: No NoS. All mags.
Interesting point 2: In my haste to depart (I literally had one hour from the time I booked the flight until I left my house), I had just tossed all my LGAs into a big cosmetic case - didn't even think about Ziplocs. A couple of small Bath and Body Works bottles in that case are labeled as 4 oz. As I was disrobing, pulling out my computer, etc, the dude asked me if I had any LGAs and told me I would need to put them in the bowl. I started to panic at that moment because I was afraid they would take them all away from me, and also, the whole cosmetic case was buried at the bottom of my bag. So I started unpacking and pulled out the case with all my bottles and whatnot (separate from my bag of makeup, which I didn't mention, and left in the suitcase). When I showed the dude that all my bottles were in this case, he made me run it through separately. I thought I was done for. But no, nothing. No questions asked on either that or the makeup, no lecture about baggies, nothing.
Interesting point 3: No CastScope. I had to endure one of these last year at MSP, so maybe they only travel with the NoS? But it does seem strange to me that last year, at a different checkpoint, "all people with casts and prostheses are suspicious and need to be xrayed", but simply being willing to walk farther in the terminal apparently absolves us all of this risk. ???
Interesting point 4: Patdown - I wasn't wearing socks (like I said, I left in a hurry), and the stand-on-pictures-of-the-feet mat was disgusting. I asked if I would be allowed to reach in my bag and get socks to wear before I stood there. Obviously the answer was no, but she seemed to not even understand the question. When I pointed out how gross the mat was, you could see that it didn't even register for her. She asked if I had any questions about the patdown, and I asked if she was going to touch my vagina. She was clearly horrified by this question (I'm thinking Minnesota Nice tends to preclude such awkward conversation), and once she had recovered, said, "Of course not." I explained that this had happened on my last trip through this airport, to which she responded, "Well, I'm going to run my hands up your thigh until I meet resistance at your body, so if that's what you mean, then yes, I guess I will." I raised my eyebrows, and just said, "Well then, there we are." For my effort, I earned the hallowed "karate chop" and the disgusting hair check. She also made me untuck my cami from my jeans and expose my back and stomach, and when her fingers were in my waistband, she literally hooked them under the sides of my underwear and pulled them out to look at my underwear. So hideous.
I whined and moaned loudly the entire time, and sucked in my stomach and whatever other body parts she was touching. She was entirely unmoved.
Swabbed the bottoms of my feet and tested them. Then swabbed my hands and tested them. And then, only then, was I "free to go! Have a good flight!!" Seriously, lady? Seriously?
But anyway: Checkpoint 5 to avoid NoS and CastScope at MSP - always a good thing.