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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German metal detectorsLast year I was at an airport in Berlin, and had made it as far as the very last security check before boarding my flight home. The queue wasn't going anywhere, so my pissed-off sense tingled and I realised something was wrong. Looking ahead it became clear that the metal detector was bollocked, and in its place was a hulk of a man with a handheld scanner thing. Now I'm a tolerant fellow but not even I fancied being felt up by big Jurgen. Anyway, it was now my turn so I took my shoes off and let his bear paws pat me down... I shat a brick when the scanner moved over my crotch and squeaked like an epileptic mouse. Images of surgical gloves and a smirking Jurgen filled my mind, but that was interrupted by a deep voice saying...
"Sorry, I can't control her, she's like this with all the boys!"
Jurgen you leg-end, next time I'm in Berlin I'll treat you to some frothy lager and a curry wurst.
(, Sat 4 Mar 2006, 18:52, Reply)
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