Simplify your freakin' life, kids.
The two twenty-somethings in front of me at the TSA line yesterday had, between them, 9 tubs and four bags to carry on. Nine tubs! Coats and laptops and sweaters and vests and DVD players and I-Pods and who-knows-what-all.
One teener was whining to his Dad in the jetway because he couldn't bring his XBox along. He then treated the trapped multitude to a litany of all of the games he'd be missing while he escaped from January Detroit for Phoenix. Yutz!
I blame their upbringing. I really do.