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.
Tell us your best airport stories.
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chthonic, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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Don't do barefootI was on the last day of a work trip to Jamaica. I went to the beach with my bag (leaving my suitcase with reception) and had a bit of a kip. I'd had a hard night before smoking weed and dancing in a club in Ocho Rios (i actually spent more time on their indoor water slide but that's another story) and spent the morning horse-riding so i was knackered. So i'm sleeping on the beach and keep waking up suddenly (making all sorts of startled grunting snorts and gutteral oaths much to the bemusement of the other holiday makers). So we go to leave and i see that the efficient porters have sent my bags to the airport ahead of me. I'm in swim shorts, t-shirt and sandals for my flight home, great. So we get on the plane and i'm still feeling knackered. I slip my sandals off and drift off for a few hours of the dreamless. It would have been so less painful if i hadn't woken up with a start a few hours in and kicked the metal frame underneath the seat in front of me snapping the little toe of my left foot. I crammed my fist into my mouth and shrieked a muffled shriek. The pain was awful but made awful that the all of the passengers on the plane were asleep so i couldn't yell like a mother-fucker. I hope you winced when reading this, I winced writing it.
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Fray Brentos *mega-belms*, Sat 4 Mar 2006, 15:27,
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