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Thursday, 22 February 2007, 3:34 PM
Power Play

Every now and then you run across something that crosses the line from "Gee, the world sure seems crappy sometimes" to "Argh! That just torques me to no end!"

This brief tale of airports charging for electrical outlet use -- $3 for 30 minutes?! -- to eke out more money from all those business travelers camped out in their terminals trying to do something beyond the two hours their laptops will support -- falls into that latter category. Dallas, Montreal, Minneapolis-St Paul ...I would sooner take a bottle of Superglue to your pay-for-use outlets than use them, damned freaking greedy SOBs ...


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