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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From Inchon to NaritaI was going along with a group of people (about 2 dozen) to Japan for a music festival. Most of them were musicians, and I was the only Canadian. Also there was my friend Paul, a half-American/half-Korean who had American citizenship also.
He had a bit of a problem, on account of the fact that his passport had gone through the laundry and his dog had chewed it up pretty badly. The woman at the ticket counter made him go to immigration so they could verify that it was a valid passport and give him some sort of certification. He popped off there and got it done with no problem, then went back to the airline booth, where they made him write a statement that he wouldn't hold the airline (NWA) accountable if Japanese immigration didn't accept the passport. This is what he wrote, and I know because I got a picture over his shoulder.
"I, Paul K Brickey, take full and total responsibility for crappy red tape crap and will not be pissed off at NWA."
The image:
www.indecline.net/korea/archive/punkfest/1/92.JPG
The supervisor for the NWA counter was a little confused by his language, so I explained that it's English slang. That was enough for him.
Anyway, we got through the checkpoint and were headed to the plane, when security grabbed me again. It turns out that Paul had put a bullet belt in his suitcase and they had a problem with this (yeah, you'd think). It led to my friend being handcuffed, interrogated, and his belt being melted. He made it onto the plane just in time.
(, Mon 6 Mar 2006, 5:59, Reply)
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