Airport Stories
Back 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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( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
Back 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.
Tell us your best airport stories.
( , Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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Many, many airports, one abiding memory...
I've spent a great many hours in a great many airports over the years, from elephant-dung studded grass strips to the very big ones. But my best airport experience happened in Colombo.
I was on the Emirates flight that stops there on the way to Singapore from London. I'd been out the night before and I could still feel the pills as we landed in Sri Lanka. I decided to get out and have a few beers- not hearing the request to stay on board.
After an hour and a half of very enjoyable beer drinking, I began to wonder why my flight had not been called or displayed on teh departures board. So I strolled nonchalantly up to the Emirates desk. But before I could open my mouth, an angry Arab jumped up and said 'You're Mr _!"
They put me in a van with two men carrying AKs and drove me to the plane where I was scowled at by several hundred passengers and was served no more booze.
I'm sorry, Emirates.
( , Wed 8 Mar 2006, 14:45, Reply)
I've spent a great many hours in a great many airports over the years, from elephant-dung studded grass strips to the very big ones. But my best airport experience happened in Colombo.
I was on the Emirates flight that stops there on the way to Singapore from London. I'd been out the night before and I could still feel the pills as we landed in Sri Lanka. I decided to get out and have a few beers- not hearing the request to stay on board.
After an hour and a half of very enjoyable beer drinking, I began to wonder why my flight had not been called or displayed on teh departures board. So I strolled nonchalantly up to the Emirates desk. But before I could open my mouth, an angry Arab jumped up and said 'You're Mr _!"
They put me in a van with two men carrying AKs and drove me to the plane where I was scowled at by several hundred passengers and was served no more booze.
I'm sorry, Emirates.
( , Wed 8 Mar 2006, 14:45, Reply)
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