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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NamesEven though I'm as Yorkshire as Ikley Moor, with my dad being of Iranian extraction I happen to have the kind of name that Arab terrorists are proud to have emblazoned across the western media. Tie that in with a passport photo that makes me look like the guy that led the WTC bombings and you've got the potential for much fun and games at the airport...
Except... I've never been stopped, once. I've had all number of illicit goods in my luggage: booze and fags well over the accept limit, weed, blades, swedish porn (all gifts for friends of course) - and I've never even had so much as a second glance off passport control or a snap of the marigolds off customs.
Meanwhile my whiter than white former housemate, who's as clean as a freshly Cillit Bang-ed oven door, gets stopped every time he flies.
I'll regret posting this now, you'll see.
(, Sat 4 Mar 2006, 14:00, Reply)
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