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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NOT pining for the fjordsThe police at Oslo airport are fascist wankers. When I had to change flights there, the fuckers at customs *set their drug dog after me*, as in, URGING IT to go after me, as if it had sniffed something--I don't even smoke pot or anything, all my trousers could've smelled of was cat. But no. I had a long leather coat so obviously this meant I was An Evil Church-Burning Devil-worshipping Druggie. I was in a terrible rush anyway just to get to my connecting flight, but the fuckers strip-searched me and my hand luggage TWICE (once in customs and twice at security), as if once wasn't enough. The whole fucking flight was delayed because the wankers just wouldn't believe I wasn't carrying anything.
So, my advice is, never, ever take a flight where you have to change at Oslo. The Norwegian police are militant tossers.
(, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 16:06, Reply)
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