Airport Stories
Back 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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( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
Back 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.
Tell us your best airport stories.
( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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Travelling with my 18 months old daughter who had the worst case of the runs after a six week stay in Albania (don't ask) she fills her nappy and saturates her trousers in the departure lounge. I take her into the ladies and change her into the first spare outfit. I then carry her, shitty clothes in tied up carrier and hand luggage back and for some reason they waved me back through passport control pdq.
Eventually we got on the flight and I could not get into my seat holding my daughter, so asked the woman in the outside seat to hold her while I shuffled past. In an American accent she asked if the mosquito bites were catching. A stewardess overheard and moved the American away. I never saw my daughter all flight as the stewardesses fought over her. I had my first uninterrupted three hour sleep in six weeks.
Back in the UK I had to change my daughter from the skin up again and when asked at the check-in what hand luggage I carried I had to answer "A bag load of shit!"
Not a happy memory
( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 18:00, Reply)
Travelling with my 18 months old daughter who had the worst case of the runs after a six week stay in Albania (don't ask) she fills her nappy and saturates her trousers in the departure lounge. I take her into the ladies and change her into the first spare outfit. I then carry her, shitty clothes in tied up carrier and hand luggage back and for some reason they waved me back through passport control pdq.
Eventually we got on the flight and I could not get into my seat holding my daughter, so asked the woman in the outside seat to hold her while I shuffled past. In an American accent she asked if the mosquito bites were catching. A stewardess overheard and moved the American away. I never saw my daughter all flight as the stewardesses fought over her. I had my first uninterrupted three hour sleep in six weeks.
Back in the UK I had to change my daughter from the skin up again and when asked at the check-in what hand luggage I carried I had to answer "A bag load of shit!"
Not a happy memory
( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 18:00, Reply)
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