My day from hell at Copenhagen airport.
A few years ago I was on a business trip, the first leg of which was from Aberdeen to Copenhagen.
When a got to Copenhagen, looked at the information screen to see the magic words:
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
CANCELLED
You get the idea, JimB was going nowhere. SAS Cabin Crew were all on strike.
To cut a long story short, I spent all day in various queues trying to get out of the place, when I did finally get a flight in the general direction of my destination, on going through security, the guy found a small screwdriver similar* to the one shown by granddad in the bottom of my briefcase (one of these big multi-compartment things with wheels and an extending handle).
I did not even know that it was there, better still it had been in the case for who knows how long and had been through security in who knows how many other airports.
Sad to say the little screwdriver had to go into the big bin of confiscated items.
*My screwdriver was the same style, but with the shorter blade and the handle was black.
So cherished old tool lost.
JimB