If you are sitting at an airport bar/restaurant and you have your shite on three different bar stools, move it dick bag.
If you are in the premier line going through security you should know what you are doing. Take you shoes off, put your coat away, take the crap out if your pockets. No your headphones have to be removed. I am sure that you can turn your Barbara Streisand greatest hits back on when you get through the line.
If you like to read, good for you. The rest of us don't need to be quiet because you decided to read your book in an airport bar. It's a bar not a library.
K, I'll rant. I got a little, shall we say hands on the F-35 today, via an old protege of mine. We are stacked, for the foreseeable future, the rest of the world, not so much!