Airport Stories
Back 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.
( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
Back 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.
( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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"terrorist" and his "son"????
(my story takes place a few months after the terrorist attack on the world trade center.)
my father and i were coming from the philippines to visit relatives in san francisco. it was late december and the weather was really cold (for us anyway since we came from a tropical country). once we got to the airport, my father wanted to put on his thermals. so he asked me to hold his bags while he went to the public restroom.
when he came out, two security guards/police men approached him and started questioning him. "where's the brown item you carried in with you?" he said that it was his thermals and that he was wearing them. he reached down to sorta lift his pants to show the guards. they got scared and reached for their guns, told him not to move.
i went over to my father, trying to help him out. one of the police men looked at me and asked my father, "is this your son?" "no, she's my daughter!" in my head, i was thinking, "omfg! what kind of a police are you if you can't distinguish between males and females????"
after all the explanations we gave (about the thermals and me being a girl), we still had to go to security guards' office. in the end, they had to apologize to us for making that mistake. but god, we wasted 2 hours because of their incompetence!!!
( , Sun 5 Mar 2006, 20:48, Reply)
(my story takes place a few months after the terrorist attack on the world trade center.)
my father and i were coming from the philippines to visit relatives in san francisco. it was late december and the weather was really cold (for us anyway since we came from a tropical country). once we got to the airport, my father wanted to put on his thermals. so he asked me to hold his bags while he went to the public restroom.
when he came out, two security guards/police men approached him and started questioning him. "where's the brown item you carried in with you?" he said that it was his thermals and that he was wearing them. he reached down to sorta lift his pants to show the guards. they got scared and reached for their guns, told him not to move.
i went over to my father, trying to help him out. one of the police men looked at me and asked my father, "is this your son?" "no, she's my daughter!" in my head, i was thinking, "omfg! what kind of a police are you if you can't distinguish between males and females????"
after all the explanations we gave (about the thermals and me being a girl), we still had to go to security guards' office. in the end, they had to apologize to us for making that mistake. but god, we wasted 2 hours because of their incompetence!!!
( , Sun 5 Mar 2006, 20:48, Reply)
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