Sydney International Airport

Thursday June 16th 2011,
12:00pm at VAustralia Terminal
  As we are standing in line the lady at the business class check-in calls us over (cause we are obviously flying business class), so we walk over show her our boarding passes and her remark "this is the business class counter". We then acknowledged that she was correct, however we also told her that she was the one who had called us over from the economy class line. The lady then checked our passes and passports, and noticed we didn't have a return ticket, which without she wasn't going to allow us to board the plane. Corey then showed the lady his UK passport (as the little bugger has dual-citizenship), and I could only try and explain that we would be travelling and unsure of what country we would be departing from, and at what time. After a ten minute chat with her supervisors, she decided that I would be allowed to fly, as long as I realized that without a return ticket I could be denied entry into our Irish destination.
  She then proceeded to weigh our bags, of which Corey's were fine, and Luke's were about 2 times to heavy. Our solution? We both began putting on clothes and heavy items into our pockets (I also may have slipped some of our books into my pillow, facing away from the desk of course). As we are dressing/re-weighing bags, the attendant informed us we were taking too long, as she believed she had other customers to serve. Upon this statement Corey looked for "other customers", seeing none we ignored her and continued re-packing. Finally the lady got impatient enough with us that she finally let it slide. We then said goodbye to Corey's mum, and waved one last time.
  At this point we believed we had made it through Sydney's airport, and then we saw the same desk attendant checking us in at the gate, Corey's edited response " 'frick' my life". However she was already sick of us and we made it through with little more difficulty.

Goodbye Australia