Dear IBM,

Today, as I stood in the security line at PDX, with shoes in one hand, laptop in the other, I was mildly annoyed at the two pre-teen boys who chose this time and place to reinact the world wrestling championship. Mild annoyance turned to severe dismay as I was unintentionally dragged into their plot. One of the boys made a spectacular rebounding move off of me and onto his brother. I was fine, but my laptop dropped four feet to the floor.