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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Not so much a fear of flying as........a fear of crashing.
I've got progressively more frightened of flying over the years despite having to travel abroad several times a year on business. In the early 90's I regularly flew from Stansted to Edinburgh, flying out on the first flight of the day - about 6.30am ish if I remember.
Now there is an unwritten rule in business travel that paying attention to the cabin crew whilst they give announcements and safety advice is just girly tartishness and shows you're not an experienced, hugely cocked member of the travelling business community. So I studiously studied my newspaper as the stewardess advised that, as this was the first flight of the day, condensation would come out of the air con grills when the engines started off. Nothing to be alarmed about at all.
Unfortunately I had missed all of this, and seeing the 'smoke' coming out of the grills all along the plane, and being the girly flying tart that I am, I leap to my feet and shout 'FUCKING HELL THE PLANE'S ON FIRE'.
For the rest of the flight I was subjected to what one could only call unrelenting smirking from my fellow passengers and undisguised loathing by the cabin crew.
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