Ok, you may as well have mine, I was but a huble tea boy at Manchester in T1 in 1990 for SAS Service Partner, was there for a summer.
Peeople pushing trays along the tray run to the till, loaded up with tea and cakes, then pushing them off the end onto their feet, will never forget a massive fat woman in a Shell Suit having dumped a litre or so of hot tea onto her fat trotters shouting "F*ck f*ck F*" at the top of her voice and doing a silly dance.
Whne the PIA flight was going 350 people on the plane and five times that seeing them off, mainly from Bradford, they used to ask for drinks in a broad Bradford accent, asking for four "Cokes" came out as "Four Corks", so we had a pile of wine bottle Corks ready to dispense, being the smart arse minimum wage twallops we were.
Every day some hapless pillock would select part of the display from the top of the counter, this involved plaster of paris Crosissants, varnished with a piece of green felt glued underneath and a manufactueres label, not even that realistic to look at there on the top glistening with a few Coffee beans around to look rustic and appetising but apparently realistic enough to fool holidaymakers, even though they weighed about 8 timmes what a normal Croissant weighs, I used to politely inform them of their error when they asked where the butter for them was, then I just got bored and waited until the sheepishly reappeared with it having had a good gnaw on it
