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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Mussels from BrusselsI had a business trip to Brussels which involved an overnight stop and flying back to Heathrow for a meeting early the next morning. So I went out on the town and made a new friend with whom I got seriously drunk and seriously laid.
Next morning I woke late and took the taxi ride of death to the airport and somehow managed to check-in, where I was told to rush to the gate as the plane was ready go.
Moving quickly had a deteriorating effect on my stomach but I managed to keep it together until I walked along the ramp to the plane, when I felt one of my infamous projectile vomit moments coming on. I spotted the door leading to the tarmac near the end of the ramp but it was locked, so I decorated the door handle with Belgian mussels and beer and then walked onto the plane - to be greeted by the cheery smile of the hostess and the disgruntled faces of the delayed passengers - which was nothing compared to the look of horror from the ground staff who was opening the door behind me.
When I got to Heathrow I felt so terrible I called in sick and went to the cafe to recover before going into work 3 hours late.
Conclusions:
- Mussels smell really bad when mixed with beer and stomach acid for 8 hours.
- Got my own back on the ground staff who piss about with the ramp for 20 minutes when you're trying to get off the place, twats.
- Belgian beer gets you laid.
Apologies for length and putting you off your breakfast.
(, Wed 8 Mar 2006, 3:44, Reply)
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