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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Muscle foodLived in Saudi for a while.
My mate Jules was coming back into the 'worlds widest beach' from Blighty, so the nurses asked hime to get some decent M&S knickers for them - the local stuff was all Taiwanese nylon, sweaty and yuk.
Freda wnet one better and had a parcel sent to him, he re-packed it in his case because the Raghead Customs open every case regardless, including closed parcels.
We were waiting for him behind the glass customs wall - they like everyone to witness your shame.
Raghead customs man pulls out some cans of Hop mash (intended for a prime brew of lager) with baked bean labels stuck on them and asked what they were for. Jules does a popeye and bares a muscled arm and points to the bulgy muscle.
"Aiwa" (OK) the rag says and delves in further, then pulls out some of Fredas black lingerie, very nice to, plus a multitude of ladies brief knickers.
"Ish" says the raghead and two mates join him and pull more lingerie out.
Cool as a cucumber, Jules flexes some muscle and points to the bulger again, then does the same with both arms.
For once and the only time ever they let him through with a smile.
Jules got a round of applause from the assembled expats watching thru the glass wall and the mash made a damn fine brew if I may say so.
(, Sat 4 Mar 2006, 17:36, Reply)
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