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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I fly a lot at the momentwhat with living far far far away from any semblance of normality*
1) Flying for Barcelona to London I was asked to take off my belt, no worries except for wearing baggies that are 2 sizes to big, cue me waddling about like lame duck trying to hold up my jeans. I decided to stick my hands in my pocket to hold them up, as so as I did the Security guard asks What are you hiding in your pockets, to which my smart arse reply was 'my cock'.
My mates are bent over with laughter while this guard decides to make me stand up with my arms out side ways so he can redo the metal detector and take just long enough for my jeans to ride down below the bottom of my boxers.
2) Flying from Geneva some time after 9/11 I get my bag unpacked my customs as I have one the mini penknives in, fair play they are doing their job, when my mum walks over just as they are removing the offending item, and pipes up 'is that it I have one in my handbag' to which confiscate it my dear mother had to spend 2 hours convincing the security that she was no single-handedly going to hi-jack the plane.
*Germany
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Neon Blue Ah ha ha haa! I feel positively capital!, Mon 6 Mar 2006, 9:07,
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