I'm in the 1K Service Center at LAX, enjoying the drama playing out before me at the front desk as dozens of 1Ks don't seem to understand what "we have no radar" means. I remain in relative comfort in one of 4 workstations here as other 1Ks eye me and my "space" like hungry hyenas. The Red Carpet Club looks like Bradley International customs and immigrations after 10 jumbos arrived all at once. Getting hungry. Send food. Must...protect..my....space!