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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That passenger who's late onto the aircraftwas me once. and it was entirely my own fault.
Standing in the check-in queue at Bristol, about to take an internal flight to Edinburgh, and I realise I have no Photo ID on me. Fucksocks. Nice girl behind the desk tells me to go and see the woman over at their other desk, who sympathises, but tells me there's no way I'm getting on an aeroplane without photo ID. She's happy to bump me to the later flight, if I can get back with ID, So I tell her I'll be back later. She tells me that she will pre-check me in, and the absolute latest I can be back by is 18:10.
Cue me, driving like a complete and utter knob through 3 counties to collect my passport, and back again. A journey that can easily take 1h40 one way, done in 2 hours both ways. I get back to the nice lady behind the counter at 18:08! She checks my ID, and then says "follow me." We go through restricted areas of the airport, through baggage handling areas, completely miss out security and the departure lounge, and up onto the tarmac. She then points to one aircraft in row of EasyJet 737's, and says "That one. Hurry but do not run." The stairs to the aircraft are retracted almost before I'm even on board, and we're taxying before I've sat down! We leave the tarmac at 18:15. That was 'kin close!
(, Sat 4 Mar 2006, 0:00, Reply)
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