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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I do quite a bit of travelling with my job and regularly fly into the US. On September 11 2001 I was expecting one of the usual boring trips into JFK when, almost as we were on final approach, we were told we were being diverted to another airport for security reasons. The general consensus was that someone back in cattle class had had a bit too much hooch but oh no, twas not the case. Courtesy of our little middle eastern chum I spent the next four days in a place called Gandar in Newfoundland. A place justifiably referred to as the "biggest gas station in the world". The people were very hospitable but more than a little stretched having had over 6500 people dumped on them at no notice at all. A group of us holed up in one of the lounges there and watched the drama unfold in New York, all a bit more than a little relieved to be in Gandar rather than shot out of the sky by some trigger happy F16 flying National Guardsman.
They didn't check us through security though. Bit bloody slack considering.
( , Thu 9 Mar 2006, 8:58, Reply)
I do quite a bit of travelling with my job and regularly fly into the US. On September 11 2001 I was expecting one of the usual boring trips into JFK when, almost as we were on final approach, we were told we were being diverted to another airport for security reasons. The general consensus was that someone back in cattle class had had a bit too much hooch but oh no, twas not the case. Courtesy of our little middle eastern chum I spent the next four days in a place called Gandar in Newfoundland. A place justifiably referred to as the "biggest gas station in the world". The people were very hospitable but more than a little stretched having had over 6500 people dumped on them at no notice at all. A group of us holed up in one of the lounges there and watched the drama unfold in New York, all a bit more than a little relieved to be in Gandar rather than shot out of the sky by some trigger happy F16 flying National Guardsman.
They didn't check us through security though. Bit bloody slack considering.
( , Thu 9 Mar 2006, 8:58, Reply)
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