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My decision to drive rather than fly to Chicago for a November conference is reaffirmed after reading Wheelchair Dancer's recounting of an unfortunate encounter with airport security.  Ever since my wheelchair was left behind on a transatlantic flight, I'm a little more wary about getting on an airplane.  And while I've never been treated quite so rudely by TSA workers, WD's story doesn't surprise me.  I'm sure that TSA screeners probably do get some training on accommodating passengers with disabilities, but it's probably minimal and not delivered by trainers with actual disabilities.