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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Mr NiceI was only 5 people away from the customs desk in LAX when I realised I had a Cooks Matchbox full of Fijian weed in my pocket. There were sniffer dogs and everything. 18 years old, and I was going to be put to death!
I jumped the queue and went up to the customs woman and said "excuse me, I need to declare my tent".
"You need to do what, Sir?"
"I need to declare my tent. The pegs have got soil on them".
"Right...."
"Yes, they have soil which might be contaminated, mightn't it? I'd better give you my tent".
"No that's fine Sir, please keep your tent".
"Right ho, I'll just give you my bags then and you can have a good old look through them".
"No that's fine, Sir, please go through, Have a nice day".
And I SWEAR that as I walked past, one of the sniffer dogs grinned and winked at me.
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browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 14:33,
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