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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German efficiencyOn the way back from Frankfurt on Saturday, me and my other half had to go through security. As I went through, they checked my bags and asked me to remove my keys. There are about 20 of them, on a huge ring, with one of those long promotional stringy things attatched. A more offensive weapon I cannot immagine, however being my keys, they have to let them through. My boyfriend is next up. From his bag, they remove an allen key. After a lot of faff about putting it in his hand luggage, he leaves it with them after a few words of abuse. So while I retain my numchucks of death, he loses his small pokey stick.
The logic is immpeccable.
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Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Tue 7 Mar 2006, 17:13,
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