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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"Falla whalla walla falla walla!"Not too long ago I was at Treviso Airport in Italy, haveing spent a lovely couple of days in Venice and Treviso itself. Treviso airport is little more than a shack, so the check-in procedure isn't that stringent. We waited around for about an hour until boarding and we started walking down the ramp to the plane.
Suddenly this heavily armed security guard put his hand out and moved me to a table. He started speaking gibberish at me (being English I don't believe in 'other languages') and gesturing with his supercharged-AK-47-on-acid.
Not having a clue what he was blithering on about I looked at him blankly and shrugged. This, for some reason, got him very angry.
He grabbed my bag and shook it and made an open-book gesture (I remembered this from my semi-pro charades career). So I opened it up and started producing bottle after bottle of Prosecco, all neatly wrapped up in items of clothing, to keep them from smashing.
I was terrified that I'd be arrested for being a smuggler or something, but he seemed nonplussed. He simply said FANKO and let me put everything back. Then he gestured to the plane - which was, by now, fully boarded and waiting for me - and grinned this foul yellow grin at me.
Bastard.
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mrlogic is copying your beard, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 14:07,
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