The screeners decided to look in my bag this time. The x-ray operator didn’t like that I stuffed my running shoes with my battery alarm and old spice roll-on stick. ‘Hey! I pack for 4 days’ with my leather carry on, including last nights pasta w/sauce mustgo – a ham n’ cheese sandwich – 2 bottles of aquafinna and an autoweek mag. Efficient space (including inside the Gel GT 2020s gets used) ‘Have a chair’, the bag checker was not impressed with my admission deciding to have me peel my other shoes as well. No sense feeling violated. Submit, co-operate, graduate. These TSA guys won’t tell you what or how to pack. They are like post office workers and say nothing that could be construed as opinion, politics, or religion. Ever tried to have a conversation with your mailman? But I got the hint anyway. Thanks for the tip.