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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My dadWent to three conferences last year. The first two were in Paris. The nice luggage people decided his suitcase wanted to visit Oslo instead.
The third one was in fact in Oslo. And where did the luggage go?
Yep, Boston.
(, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 17:43, Reply)
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