My dad worked at Gatwick Airport as a cleaner in the 70s when he was a teenager. His first week there, a woman drops a duty free bag with a bottle of booze in it and he rushes over to clean it up. He’s just about to put the bag, full of liquid booze and broken glass, in the bin when one of the senior porters stops him and tells him to bring it in the back. Turns out they had a filtration system in the break room for this exact scenario. They’d pour the booze out of the plastic bag and through a sieve that would collect all the broken glass, it would all go into a big container at the bottom and voila, free booze! They offered my dad some, but he declined. Anyway, I guess if you were working at Gatwick in the 70s you could have had a chance to drink some airport jungle juice, you’d just need to be brave enough.
My dad worked at Gatwick Airport as a cleaner in the 70s when he was a teenager. His first week there, a woman drops a duty free bag with a bottle of booze in it and he rushes over to clean it up. He’s just about to put the bag, full of liquid booze and broken glass, in the bin when one of the senior porters stops him and tells him to bring it in the back. Turns out they had a filtration system in the break room for this exact scenario. They’d pour the booze out of the plastic bag and through a sieve that would collect all the broken glass, it would all go into a big container at the bottom and voila, free booze! They offered my dad some, but he declined. Anyway, I guess if you were working at Gatwick in the 70s you could have had a chance to drink some airport jungle juice, you’d just need to be brave enough.