When people come to Manchester Airport, and presumably other airports as well, logic goes out of the window. To whit,
"Good morning sir, can you tell me why you've just driven through a No Entry sign?"
"I'm not from round here Officer, I'm from Barnsley."
How about:
"That bag is too big to go in the cabin madam, it won't go in the frame."
Passenger (now banging on the counter) shouting:
"MY HUSBAND CAME HERE LAST WEEK ESPECIALLY TO SEE IF IT WAS THE RIGHT SIZE AND IT FITTED THE FRAME THEN!"
"Did it have anything in it then or was it empty madam?"
"IT WAS EMPTY. WHAT'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING? Anyway, my husband's got a bad back."
Another passenger:
"How can 35 kilos be too much to go on the plane? It's less than half my own weight?"
Check in clerk:
"You've obviously never tried to carry a 35kilo suitcase while bent double from the waist in the hold of an aircraft."
"Of course not, I'm a Universlty Lecturer. I'm far too intelligent for that kind of thing."
So you really think your average package tour passenger will suss out that his/her partner is going to propose to them because he/she asks the Securtiy person to "Be my valentine."?
Even if your boyfriend is talking to a bloke. Alright, I appreciate he/you/both of you may be gay/bi, but if you spend as much time as I do speaking to people who are about to fly, you'll get my point that the future (or not, as the case may be) partner of a romantic passenger almost certainly won't suss out whtat he/she is doing.
Now, when it comes to cretins, sorry people, who've just arrived, or those who've come to collect them; well that's for an entirely different post.
