I’ve spent hour after hour in airline clubs in recent weeks (years, decades). Lately I’ve a new phenomenon (or maybe I’m just paying attention for the first time). Ever so many of us are working assiduously for our 45 minutes or 2 hours on our Laptops. “Mini-offices” are almost always full. Okay. But it’s the absence of Wall Outlets that is becoming a source of tension. I collided with a guy in the Chicago Red Carpet Club as we ungracefully plunged for the last outlet in the joint. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen such a thing—or, frankly, participated in it. Only the TSA proscription on knives, pointed objects in general, and guns has kept lethal forces at bay.