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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Flying into BelfastI spent the night before somewhat drunkenly packing all my stuff for a fabulous week in Ireland, and was debating whether I could smuggle a bit of skunk across as I knew I'd want a joint and I didn't fancy trying to score on the other side.
So, having packed all of my clothes into two bags, I look at the options and try to decide whether my sock, the "secret" drugs pocket in my trousers or one of my bags is the best place to stash my eighth. And then I realise that, about to fly into Belfast, I have packed all of my things into two British army kitbags.
I quickly realised that I never will be a mastermind, criminal or otherwise. I repacked my bags into touristy holdalls and left the weed at home.
As an epilogue, I didn't even have to show my passport or talk to anyone at the other end. I could have carried through a bagful.
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emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 8 Mar 2006, 16:03,
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