Then there are the duty-free shops, I'll ask the rhetorical question "Why, oh why is so much space committed to the sale of duty-free which could so much more usefully be dedicated to something useful like seating?". I know the answer, it's because shops pay rent, punters are just self-loading cargo. It doesn't make me less angry. I spent an hour in Salzburg's post-security hell-hole wondering how best to foment revolution. I considered standing on a bin and urging the crowded mass to invade the duty-free shop and cast the merchandise to the floor, and lie down upon the vacated shelves.
Naturally, through all of this we never say a word. Except now.