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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Who are you?When I was ten or so, my dad used to work in Libya and Saudi for six months and come home for two weeks. Basically, this meant I got loads of cool 'guilt junk'.
One time I remember my mum and me patiently waiting for him at the airport. I spotted him at the arrival lounge and followed him to the phones, all the time wondering why he was smiling at me in an odd way.
I followed and followed until we go to the phones. "Who are you calling?" I asked.
"My family." he replied.
The git had forgotten who I was. Hey-ho - at least I got some more cool guilt junk.
(, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 8:52, Reply)
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