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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It was Christmas, 1992...I was around 11 at the time and rather than the traditional festivities spent at home, my family decided that we should spend it sunning ourselves in Florida. Now, call me old fashioned but I love cold weather (particularly snow) around Christmas time and I was naturally unhappy about the unfairness of this decision.
So, on the day of the flight itself my parent's alarm clock didn't go off and it's absolute panic in my house with my all my uncles, aunts and cousins running around trying to get ready, utter mayhem.
We arrive at the airport and I'm running behind my Dad, but the batteries on my tape recorder run out, so there I am trying to change them as well as trying to keep up with Pop. He runs on to the plane but I crash into the air hotess at the desk sending tickets flying everywhere. "It's alright," I tell her, "I just saw my Dad run on." As the plane's ready to leave she lets me on, making sure I can see my Dad first. I put my headphones on, sit back and relax, not hearing the captain's announcement that the plane is bound for NEW YORK!
Yours sincerely,
Mr K McCallister
(, Tue 7 Mar 2006, 11:16, Reply)
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