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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Thankfully before September 11thNew Year 1999 I was flying over to see in the new millennium (yes I know it isn’t but they'd arranged this big party and everything) to party in New York. Was feeling very good at getting a phenomenally cheap ticket, celebrated in the pub and then headed to the airport early the following morning.
Arrived at the airport still drunk from the previous night's shenanigans and found everyone very jolly – the check in staff were even wearing reindeer ears. I can only blame it on being so relaxed but when asked "Did you pack your bags yourself sir?" I wittily responded "Why no, I let a small, middle eastern gentleman do that for me."
Cue a white face from the operator and whatever good vibes fled immediately.
"I'll ask one more time sir," she continued and repeated the question..
With visions of a thick fingered customs officer pealing on a shoulder Marigold a small "Yes" was the response.
(, Mon 6 Mar 2006, 12:57, Reply)
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