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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First PostLast year I was going to an NUS conference in Edinburgh (I'm not old or corporate enough to get to go to real job-related conference).
We went from Swansea to Cardiff airport to get a plane (our student's union was paying, what did we care?) and the only food being served were sandwidges for around a fiver each from the crappy newsagents (which, of course, only seemed to sell the Daily Mail).
We sat down in the departure lounge (which had all of around 3 seats - Wales is nothing if not an unpopular destination) and after a minute or so realised we had to go get on the plane.
We got to the security check before I realised I'd left my super-expensive sandwidge in the departure lounge.
So obviously I dropped my luggage at a security guard's feet and ran.
I believe there are only 2 reasons I'm not a bullet ridden corpse.
1- I'm white.
2- No-one cares about Welsh airports enough to give the security guards guns.
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(, Thu 9 Mar 2006, 2:09, Reply)
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