I was around 12, flying alone from Israel to New York. Lemme tell you, ElAl security is probably the tightest there is. For good reason. But yeah, I accidentally went on the wrong security line. So of course they asked the standard question, "has anyone packed for you? where you with your suitcases at all times? etc" I was used to this, having traveled alone before, and was taught to say no to every question. Especially the "has anyone given you something to give to someone else?" Of course I say no. Even though my mom's friend put a cardboard box in there, and told me to give it to my mom. It was already closed, so I had no idea what was in it. So I get through the questioning alright, but because apparently I was on the wrong security line, they decide to open up my suitcase, and search everything in it. They saw the box, and are all like "what's this?". In my timid 12 year old voice, I was like "i don't know!" because I didn't! I told them my mom's friend gave it to me to give to my mother, and they went crazy. They told me they could have me arrested for lying to them, and that the matter of security is important, and that the questions are for my safety, etc. So I start crying while they rip open the box. It was full of jars of date honey (which I was allowed to bring into NY, because anyway the company ships the date honey to america, but it's cheaper in Israel). It was CLEAR that it was date honey, withOUT having to remove the fucking bubble wrap, but that's what they did. I stood and watched as they unwrapped twenty jars of date honey, and scanned them each. And then wrapped them again, while I was crying. AT THE SAME TIME. I couldn't leave because my passport (I forget if it was my American, or Israeli one) was expired, so my mom's friend who had driven me to the airport, had to drive to the embassy or whatever, to fix it. Needless to say, I almost missed my flight.
A baby died on the flight I was on, once we got back to the airport in australia, we had to wait there for ages while security and paramedics came in to check everything out, and I really had to take a piss, it's sounds like a stupid complaint considering a child just died, but really, my bladder felt like it was about to burst.
Dude, that would have been freaky as hell. Why did the baby die? Did you ever find out? Or did you miss that part while you were relieving yourself?
Fuck that. I would have said fuck the baby and ran the fuck out of there if I really had to piss. My bladder comes first.
I was with a group on our way to Europe. After we got to JFK airport, it started raining. Our flight was delayed over 6 hours, while a mass of us high school kids sat/ stood on the floor of the airport. The other flight with the rest of our group flew out of BWI. Obviously they got there first... This doesn't take into account that I am physically disabled and use crutches/ a wheelchair. Oddly enough though, that didn't really affect the whole ordeal, with the exception of being briefly patted down.