A Whole New Meaning to Gold-Finger
George's Point of View

In the old days—the really old days— the castle was surrounded by a moat; and that moat was full of nasty noxious stuff that no one wanted to get on their skin. As a deterrent. Emptying into the moat was the contents of the garderobe. That is, the castle toilet. Yes, it too emptied into the moat, most of the time. Though usually with some kind of sewage system linking to it. A most unpleasant way to enter the castle.
This was the first thing I thought of when I heard todays news of the Air Antilles theft. If you haven’t heard this story yet, well, it’s a doozy. Male passenger on the Air Antilles Avion de Transport Regional ATR 42 500 flight 3S-3672 is sick to his stomach, spends most of the trip in the bathroom. Comes out when they arrive, walks through the door, and out of the airport, free as a bird. Come to find out, he tunneled through the bathroom to get some cash out of the hold.
Of course, if one actually tunneled out of a plane’s bathroom, they’d be heading earthbound really fast. He didn’t really tunnel (though tunneling into the sewage system is what I pictured when I read about this story.} He just dismantled his way to a storage area and pillaged 172000 Euros. And walked out with it.
So all we have left are the questions: How did he get past customs? How did he get past
the bathroom? How did he know about the money? Where did he disappear to?
Originally posted by George Hatcher on Friday, March 4th, 2011