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Do you have interesting Airport/flying stories?
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Hey, since we’ve all travelled all over the world, I was thinking I’m sure some of us have some funny or interesting stories. Let’s hear yours! Personally I have probably a millon airport/flying stories, and I hear so many from other expats.
Here’s one of the recent ones someone told me on airport security! It’s so ridiculous it’s hard to believe:
“”Sir can you please unlock your bag and put it on the table?”
I do it..
Security puts on some gloves and starts going through EVERYTHING I have in my bag..
“Sir did you pack everything here yourself?”
Me: yes, positive!
(I forgot that I had a small bag with basically two high heels, a dress and some girly stuff that belonged to my friend that moved to Melbourne 2 weeks before me..)
He pulls out one of the high heels and just looks at me..
I giggle and tell him that it belongs to my friend who bla bla bla bla..
After like 15minutes he’d basically gone through every tiny bit in my bag..
Then he calls me up from where I was sitting and brings up a pair of sneakers I had my bag.. they had like a TINY bit of dirt at the bottom cause I wore them a few days before and he points at the dirt with his pen and says with a pissed off tone “SIR YOU DO KNOW IT’S ILLEGAL TO BRING SOIL INTO THE COUNTRY??”
… I was like.. are you ****ing kidding me? You can’t be serious… that’s just some dirt that’s cought in there.. you expect me to clean it with my toothbrush just to bring it through the damn security?
Security guy brings up his radio, “Matt can you come to station 5″
This fat bald dude walks up to the table after a minute and takes my sneakers.. I get told to put all my stuff back into the bag and follow him.. after 10minutes I get them back.. soaking wet from some anti-germ bath that he sad was crucial.. I can’t even explain how pissed off I was!”
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January 14th, 2008 at 5:48 pm
My sister-in-law travelled with a baby and got randomly searched. She was carrying the baby. They told her “You can set the baby down there on the table.” She replied, “No, I can’t.” She held the baby on one side while they searched the other side of her, and then switched sides.
That was also the time that they confiscated the baby lotion and other baby things that were liquid, and she said, “Do you want the wipes, too? They’re wet.” They didn’t think that was funny.
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February 5th, 2008 at 5:28 am
ohh, i remeber going to Perth and the de germing spary. i didnt have to go throught it thougt.
but one thing i HATE about being a blond western girl in asia is that the passport guys still flirt with you and ask you inapropriate questions.
like if they see my ticket is to an island, they’ll ask “did you remeber your bikini?”
when they say “hello beautiful…” i just want to punch them in the face. i know it sounds harsh, but come on!!!!
but we all have forgotten our passports at one point.
summer of 06 it happened to my sister.
my mother is VERY stressing lady who needs things to go after plan, exactly. i mean, we lave for the airport 4 hours before the flight!!! when were just flying withing the country….
but again, back to my sister. she ahd been in the states and had come back 5 days earlier, the day after she came back the container was closed with our things to be shipped. idk how it happened, but my mother had somehow managed to pack her passport. at 4 am in the morning when the taxi is already there, and everything put in the trunk my mother being my mother asks, “sofie do you have your passport?” my sister says no, and ALL the luggages are dragged out, emptied inside out, but no passport.
so my sister had to stay back and she had to get an emergency passport on a sunday. and trying to get things on a sunday in norway is very difficult. nothing is open. but we knew some people that helped us out. she came two days later.
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March 26th, 2008 at 9:29 pm
my mum always gets stopped at the airport when we are just leaving… they’re always like, how come you have three chinese kids with a different surname to yours? (my mum is completely anglo saxon)
One we were taking a friends children back with us (and they are also half chinese)
we had to stay at heathrow for like 5 hours until someone brought our birth certificates etc.
Now we always get stoppped and so she keeps our birth certificates in her bag…
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March 29th, 2008 at 9:33 pm
To first poster - the Singapore airport story is unfortunately not a myth. Details are here: http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/printfriendly/0,4139,126161,00.html
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April 15th, 2008 at 12:50 am
I got some stories to.
One is not really mine, cause it happend to my friend, but I kind of caused it.
My friend is a american/german, living still in France, when i was already living in Germany. It´s been his last summer holidays, so he decided to spend two weeks with me in Berlin and than going a last time to the states, to see his father.
He´s been going over Heathrow, where he had to get his baggages declared again and the security guy was asking the normal questions, like did you pack your things on your own. My friend said “Yes”, but what he didn´t knew was, that I´ve sneak some choclate in his backpack. So they just checked it and were quiet fussy about it, cause he´ve never seen it before. He nearly missed his plane, cause he had to explain it, as youre normaly not allowed to take sweets od alcohol in the States. And that one was both in one..
Hours later i got a call from Atlanta, from him.
He made me swear never to do it again.
But every time where in the supermarket we laugh when we see this choclate, cause of the story and if one is really upset or having a down the other one just get´s this thing, just because of this stupid story.
Another thing, that arrived at me, has to do with air france.
They are on strikes quiet often and then they cancel their flights. So if you don´t want to stay for hours or days on the airport you have to come up with a good reason, why you should get on the next plane.
So one day, there where on strike again and it tourned out that normaly i had to stay overnight in Paris, i told myself just to try to get on the next flight. And i went to air France, telling them that i really needed the next flight, cause i had to go to school tomorrow, cause i had to pass an exam and if i weren´t there on that date, my whole future would be ruined, just cause of their strike….
Made all up, the whole show, with tears and desperit looks. And after five minutes they assured me, that they would do what they could, to make sure i´ll be on the next plane. They didn´t wanted me to mess up my future just because them beeing on strike.
The stupid thing was, that the next day was a Sunday, so it meant no school at all…. they didn´t got it.
Was quiet funny, cause before, everybody juste to tell me, that french only do things for you if you come up with a kind of sad story and the fact that you really need them. So that was the first time i tried it on my own.
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May 22nd, 2008 at 5:49 am
Oh i hate anal retentive homeland security and airport officials… my mom lost her cuticle scissors once, the ones with the 3 mm blade… or something ridiculously small
Mine aren’t airport stories but they have to do with visas.
So I was a baby and my parents were in Jordan on a visit visa and they wanted to get it extended. My dad took me to the immigration at police headquarters in Amman (or something like that I dunno) and handed in three passports, mine, my mom’s and his. The guard stamps his and my mom’s, then he gives my dad a suspicious look and says, “who’s kid do you have with you?” And of course my dad answers, he’s my kid. “Then who’s David?” (my middle name’s David.) Nobody was David, of course.
Well that was the day we learned that in the Arab world, the name of a kid’s father is the kid’s middle name. So apparently the Jordanian police thought my dad had stolen some guy named “David”’s baby!
Then we moved to Oman a couple months before my brother was born. He was born and we got him a passport from the US embassy… and then tried to leave the country for summer vacation. Immigration took one look at my brother’s passport and got suspicious… “Where’s the entry stamp?” No entry stamp. As if my two-month-old brother was an illegal immigrant or something!
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July 27th, 2008 at 10:09 pm
I LOL
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July 28th, 2008 at 6:55 am
I was in the airport in Dublin with my best friend recently, and we were still drunk from the night before, eating breakfast when this janitor comes up to our table, and starts clearing stuff.
He looks at me, ignoring olwyn, and says
“So, you got any boyfriends love?”
me: “Ehm, no, can’t say that I do.”
Janitor: “Any children then?”
me “….no… that I don’t”
my best friend fell apart laughing after the man left.
I’ve also met weird people on planes… this one woman started telling me how to live my life, what to do with it.. she wouldn’t shut up no matter what I did…
crazy stuff doesnt happen to me in airports, I’m just approached by really weird people… course that happens every where no matter where I go.
When I went to hong kong some stranger almost bumped into me, and then he looks up into my face and just happily says “HELLO!” to me…
oooh in the airport on the way back from hong kong I had this painting right, and the woman at security was telling me I couldn’t bring it on the plane because it was wider than the little thing you put your bag in to make sure it is the right size…
me and my friend were just looking at her dumbfounded
“But…it’s a painting… not a bag… it doesnt take up that much space… it doesnt even have a frame…”
she called her superiors and everything….
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July 29th, 2008 at 11:50 am
I was born in Austria to American parents. So I got my passport renewed (USA) and when I got it back it said right there on the first page: “Place of Birth: Australia”. Thank you very much New Orleans Passport Agency, if I didn’t already have identity issues…
So I looked to get it changed, but it’s going to take another 6-8 weeks, and $90 to get it fixed, even though it was their mistake. So even though I figured it was probably a federal offense I signed my passport as I was leaving for a trip.
So I’m connecting in Zurich for a flight back to the US, and have been up for about 30hrs. At the gate they were checking passports and asking if I packed my own bag, etc. So this one agent looks at my passport, and with a thick New Zealand accent says: “Oh wow, you were born in Australia?”
Not thinking straight I say, “No my passports actually wrong, I was born in Austria.” She immediately looks up and stares at me, to which I respond…”ok that was the wrong thing to say, can we try that again?.” After another couple seconds she finally says.
“It’s ok deary, we’re all from the same world. You go along now…”
After that experience I took my passport to the US consulate in Austria to get it fixed. I told the guy I had a problem, and slid my passport and austrian birth certificate under the glass. He started laughing and told me “You wouldn’t believe how often this happens…” I now have an amendment stamp in the back.
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July 29th, 2008 at 12:20 pm
hahaha my last passport said I was born two years before I was actually born. So when I was 16, I was already 18!!
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