Conversation at the Williams Lake Airport
This weekend I flew into and out of the Cariboo via the picturesque Williams Lake Airport (that’s YWL to all you IATA junkies). Never have I experienced a more thorough, dare I say fascist, customs investigation. They have little in the way of X-ray equipment up there, so the luggage search was all manual. After a surgical-gloved woman rifled through my intimates, she turned to the water bottle I was carrying. She examined it, and the following exchange ensued:
HER: Have you opened this?
ME: Yes.
HER: I need you to demonstrate that this can cause no harm to the aircraft.
ME: Uh…so, you want me to drink some?
HER: Yes.
I took a swig, and spat it all over her, dramatically clutching my throat.
Just kidding, I drank some and moved along. I guess the bottle could be filled with nitroglycerin (it looked clear on the A-Team, right?) or gasoline. I hadn’t imagined that Williams Lake was a hotbed of terrorism, but you never know.
Bonus link: While googling for “williams lake” terrorism, I found this interesting page. It’s a bunch of incident reports from the Provincial Emergency Program. It includes descriptions like “SAR member responded to search the Kitwancool area near New Hazleton for a female mushroom picker. Was located alive, cold and slightly injured.”
