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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Going through customs...Wih my father as te two of us were off to a certain drinkin festival, I had to show my passport, of course, now this was in Germany last year... SO I show my passport to the friendly Aryan with a glint in his eyes resembling that of a axe-murderer, and he looks ta my passport, looks at me, looks back at passport.
He repeated this several times, each time the grin on his face widend.
The problem was I'd forgotten that in my passport photo taken only 6 months ago i had longish blond hair ... whereas just a few weeks before I'd had it all cut off and done very dark brown as the Krout didn't believe it was me!
Cue being taken aside and manhandled by several tutonic twats bodychecking me and jabbin me with metal detectors.
It took us several hours before we were able to convince them and airport authorites that we are who we said we are.
The thing that pissed me off the most was that the buggers made me miss an HOUr of precious drinking time. For which I'll never forgive them.
Gits.
(, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 12:00, Reply)
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