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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Americans are niceI work in travel so every now and then I get invited by airlines and tourist boards to go on a trips with them (called Familiarisation Trips or Fam Trips for short). We'd just piled off a Continental flight at New York's Newark Airport (Business Class too, if you please). Getting to passport control there's 10 of us but i go to what looks like the smallest queue. The others get in a longer one. I'm about 4th in line and it's looking likely that i'm going to be first through. However, i hadn't planned that all of the people in front of me would be foreigners from various unusual European countries. The passport guy is getting more and more frustrated and angry because he can't make his instructions to them understood. I think he had to tell them to get a form and join a different queue or something. So, when i rock up the to the desk brandishing my glorious passport of Great Britain (in swanky leather holder) he all but jumps out of his seat and kisses me. He waves my passport at pretty much the whole immigration hall shouting "this here, this is the best passport in the world, the best!!" I start to think that he's going to want to swap phone numbers and addresses and whatnot, but he doesn't. He just gives me a huge smile and says "you have a nice day, sir! NEXT!!" I got through and the rest of the Fam Trip group were there wondering where the hell i'd been for the last 20 minutes. Rats cocks.
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Fray Brentos *mega-belms*, Sat 4 Mar 2006, 14:06,
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