Airport StoriesBack when I was a moody teenager I took a cheap flight that involved changing planes and having to go through security again. My bags were pre-checked so, when I set off the metal detector, I honestly said to the security guy that I had no idea what had set it off.
Until, that is, he searched me and found the metal knife and fork stamped "KLM" I'd nicked off the previous flight.
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chthonic, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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Airport Hobbies!I recently flew to Italy with my wife and her relatives. My wife is of Italian Extraction, and her parents have an Italian Surname (my wife, of course, no longer does). She and I walked through customs with nary a glance, but the my in-laws surname was closely matched, it turned out, to the alias used by some wanted drug couriers. They were seized by the police and marched down a corridor to a small whitewashed room where they were questioned at length in Italian.
Upon denying they spoke the language they were shouted at loudly, until they noticed the UK passports. Then they were escorted out, dodged the queue and were able to toast us with coffee from the airport coffee shop after we'd struggled through with our bags.
Not sure if that was good or bad, on balance!
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disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:15,
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