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Many moons ago when I was at Uni I used to work at the airport doing security during the holidays. You split your time between the flight cone checking hand luggage & searching people who trigger the archway metal detectors, with the rest of the time manning the xray for hold luggage. I'm not sure how the technology has improved over the past 20 years but back then the xray showed organic material (books/explosives) as orange, thin metal(wires) as blue and denser materials (lead crystal/batteries) as green. The denser the material, the brighter the image. Anyway, you get used to identifying the typical items in your average holiday luggage. E.g. The underwires in bras, the motor in a hairdryer or the glass lens in a camera. Bear in mind this Cardiff we're talking about, so it's just your normal week in the sun type of flight.
One day I was watching the cases go by on the screen when I saw something that I'd not seen before and so I paused the belt and flagged the bag for a manual search. This meant that the bag was given back to the passenger who took it to a partitioned off area to be checked. As I didn't know what the item was, I went down to the checking area for a nose.
The guy handed over his bag a bit sheepishly which was always a cause for suspicion. He also told his wife to head on upstairs to departures and that he'd follow her shortly. She declined and stayed with him.
The bag had the usual crap, magazines, jumper, whatever in it except that there was also a toiletry bag.
In the toiletry bag was the previously unidentified vibrator that HE had and that his wife knew nothing about.
I'm guessing that wasn't his best flying experience.
They ran out of Champagne on my last flight about half way through. I thought I was going to die !
Got paged at Schlipol,while waiting for a flight with a colleague in the bar. Didn't realise we were still ten minutes from the gate. Got to the gate, ushered through onto the bus, full of people waiting just for us... this was 2003, during the 40°C+ heatwave...
Last on, so first off, into the aircraft. We were in business class, so we were also the first to sit down. With champagne in hand we could feel the love as everyone filed passed. The horror though was there was no ice for my G&T.
Both me and the mrs departing Vienna Airport (shiithole) cutting it fine on separate flights got consecutive on-tannoy bollockings to hurry the feck up....
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