I got a funny airport story too.
We visit egypt quite a lot and one time we travelled all the way to see the pyramids. As real tourists, we even bought some souvenirs:
These are canopic jars. The ancient egypts used them to store the organs of their kings, after they died.
My dad bought a replica which looked like the second from the left. The head resembles the egypt god Anubis, which was responsible for the embalming of the dead.
(This is the original thing, which this story is about)
Anyways, his replica also had some texture to it.
When we entered the airport in sharm el sheikh to get on our flight back to Germany, we put our stuff under the x-ray, like usual. I don't know if the security officer in charge was very tired or just didn't look very close but he must've thought my father was carrying a hand grenade in his suitcase.
I honestly never heard so many people shout so many words before in my life. A mix of arabic and just panicking screaming filled the hall and after a few seconds, very angry looking people with very dangerous looking AK-47s stormed out of a door and pushed the nozzles into our backs.
I must admit, I almost **** my pants.
After a few minutes of them pushing us on our knees, they handcuffed my dad but spared me and my mom. They pushed us into a room very uncarefully, still shouting. The only thing i recognize was "YALLAH YALLAH" which basically means "MOVE MOVE" in this context. They were still pushing loaded automatic rifles into our backs though.
They left two guards in the room, we were not allowed to talk, as I had found out after I was almost punched in the face with the buttstock after me trying to ask my dad what the f**** just happened and why.
After a while, two of the uniformed men came in, now having their AKs on their backs. They escorted us back into the hall which was "evacuated" in the egyptian way, meaning hundreds of tourists were standing behind fabric barricades about 10-15 meters away.
They had thrown our clothes all over the place, as they had obviously searched our suitcases.
Another policemen asked us in broken english if we had anything else that might be "dangerous" as he said, we answered no.
They opened the handcuffs of my father, the armed men were still there and under close supervision, we packed our things again.
You cannot believe how awkward the situation after the security check was, especially in the plane, which was filled with german speaking tourists. I heard children whisper if we were terrorists, someone made a "connection" to 9/11 and even the airplane crew members looked at us in funny ways.
Well, this was my airport story. Believe it or not but this really happened and we remember it really lively.