21 June 2015
Cuckoo Clocks
Blogs, it seems, have had their day already (they never really had it at all, with me). It's all about social media and 140 characters or a quick pic and a caption these days.
But I just wanted to remark on the importance of charm in getting through airports. In some countries it's what you say (especially if you're trying a local language), in some it's how you dress, and in others it's what you've bought. At Frankfurt it seems to be the latter.
I was worried at check-in that my carry-on luggage was now too much, as it included two cuckoo clocks. But mentioning that they were cuckoo clocks (Kuckucksuhr) produced smiles. 'Take them on board--the crew will find somewhere to stow them.' Thank you Lufthansa.
While undressing and dismantling for the x-ray I was asked, 'What's in those boxes?' 'Kuckucksuhren.' All smiles.
At the other side I waited some time for the boxes to come through, but I could hear the staff joking about it with each other and see them looking at the screens. 'Don't they have cuckoo clocks in Canada?'
But I was selected for a random test and marched off with one of my boxes while they checked for any trace of explosives. 'Kuckucksuhren,' I said. Everyone smiled, and the test was over in moments.
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