Recombobulate!

So I’m going on a trip to a Liberty Fund conference in California, and of course have to take a plane to get there. No problem. Check in, drop off bags at the TSA luggage checkpoint, then head upstairs to go through security. Now these days, when I travel with a laptop, I now need four of those bucket-thingies to dump all my stuff into: shoes, laptop separate (please), laptop bag, wallet, keys, change, belt… And your reward for successfully going through the x-ray machine is that you run smack-dab into this human pile-up on the other side, where everyone is taking their stuff out of their bucket-thingies, putting things back into their pockets, and trying to put their shoes on while standing up, talking to their kids, and… Oh, never mind.

Perfect. You’re discombobulated, and stuck.

Well, the kind people at the Milwaukee TSA have created a nice little cul-de-sac at the end of the security line where you can lay your stuff down, sit down in sanity and “recombabulate.” Welcome to the recombabulation area.