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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Luton Airport, July 2004Taking a cello on a plane is a total nightmare. For starters, you have to book a seat for it because if you leave it
a) to be manhandled by baggage handlers, and
b) to be frozen at 30,000 feet,
the chances of it being in one piece by the time you reach your destination are pretty negligible.
Then there's customs - a pretty nerve-racking experience when you're carrying something that has steel strings you could use to strangle someone with and a bloody great spike that could easily be employed for stabbing purposes. Normally I get through customs by giggling, tossing my hair and wearing a low-cut top.
Not this time. Oh no. For I had packed a digital metronome in my hand luggage which chose that particular moment to switch itself on and start bleeping at sixty beats per minute.
Her Majesty's Customs were not amused.
(, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 13:20, Reply)
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