One can only imagine the rigorous data analysis and deep thought that went into landing on 3.4 oz., as opposed to, say, 3.39.

Probably 15 or so years ago, I was told by an airline agent that I was "on the list" and had to check my luggage with my young daughter. Several years after that, I had some special code on my boarding pass that entitled me to the full package of extra indignities.

Certainly, It can always get worse, and very well may. The way things are going over there across the pond, you may soon have to flee to the one of the further Orkneys.

Good luck, mate.