A friend of mine got detained for 8 hours because he had the same name and profile as a wanted fugitive.

It doesn't happen anymore, but when I was younger following 9/11 I routinely got stopped as there was apparently some John Patrick Walsh out there on a no fly list (probably a member of the IRA or something). We would, of course, point out that I was just a kid from Florida, but that didn't speed the process up much.

When I traveling with my parents back home at the airport in Pakistan back to Canada, I was a silly teen (15) and got drawn by this rich good looking man offering me money and nice gifts and being nice to me. I was away from my parents and he really wooed me over..

Luckily a policeman saw and the guy ran away and he took me back to my worried parents...
The police officer said those guys lure young girls and kidnap them and you know after that .
So Yeah I could have been living another life right now lol...

Oh boy...I had a really bad experience last summer.

After a long flight, I had this really annoying experience with this rude kid bumping into my bag. It really ticked me off at the time, since it was a long flight, so I told him off, about how he needed to learn some manners.

I thought it was over, but boy...was I wrong. For some reason, the kid started following me through the tunnel thing. Seriously...what the heck? I yelled at him again, even told him I'd beat up whoever was picking him up, but apparently he didn't care. Spoiled bastard. Even worse...he starts laughing. I was about ready to explode at that point, so after I told him off one more time, I rushed off to cool down...but boy, was that rough.

Sheesh, millenials.  Can't expect anything but confrontation out of those suckers.

Inorite? Such entitlement. I think I'll write my local newspaper about this.

I just got through a marathon of Air Crash Investigations. Not the best thread to read after hearing about thousands dead after numerous plane accidents.

I was taking the red-eye from LA back to the east coast. Two lay-overs but the plane for the second leg was almost empty so that was great.

Arrived on time, so it was maybe 8 am or so. Turns out, however, that while I was enjoying nice weather in Santa Monica, an ice storm had hit my home state. I honestly had no idea until I got to the parking lot, which was iced over. Took me forever to inch my way over the ice back to my car, which was a long ways away from the shuttle drop-off.

My car would not start.

I slowly inched my way over to the gate-guard, who gives me one of those portable chargers. I return to my car, thankful they have those ready to go, only to find out my battery is totally dead and won't take a charge. I return the charger. The guard just kind of shrugs when I ask if he has any suggestions and tells me to try at the help desk inside.

I'm completely frozen by this point so that sounds great. I get back on the shuttle and return to the airport. After talking to several people, I find a guy who drives a shuttle into the city who offers to take me somewhere to buy a battery after he drops off everyone on his route. That takes forever, as he has to go all over town, but it's still awesome and I was very thankful.

I finally get back to the airport, then back to my car, get the battery installed, and, cats be praised, it starts up. That's when I remember that I haven't done more than dozed a bit on the plane in more than 30 hours and I still had a four hour drive in bad conditions. The airport ordeal had taken several hours. I had to stop at a McDonalds and take a tiny nap in my car about half-way back. When I finally reached my house, I left my luggage in the car and went right to bed, where I slept for like 12 hours.

I only travelled by plane two times in my life, and it was awesome. They gave me cookies and grapejuice and I was sitting in the window. Took some pictures with my PSVita, I wish I still had them =(