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Krispy Kreme!

I'm spending the weekend in Sydney again, and this time I'm flying back Virgin Blue.

This means that I have to walk past the Krispy Kreme shop in the T2 Terminal of Sydney airport. I just faxed my order of 7 mixed dozen to them! :)

4 dozen for people who have ordered them here at work, one for another friend of mine, and two dozen that I don't expect to last more than 24 hours.

So, to the people who have flown Virgin Blue with donuts before: Do Virgin Blue have a limit to the number of donuts they allow on as carry-on luggage?

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paradigmshifty
Jun. 23rd, 2006 05:47 am (UTC)
There's one here in Melbourne now too - opened yesterday.
halloranelder
Jun. 23rd, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)
I know. Who told eveyone about it before it opened? :)
paradigmshifty
Jun. 23rd, 2006 06:10 am (UTC)
I heard about the chaos on the radio yesterday.

Given that I don't like the things I probably didn't pay much attention to you telling us :-)
non_lj_mark
Jun. 23rd, 2006 07:12 am (UTC)
No, they don't, but you will have staff attempting to steal them off you. :)

Nikki and I have noticed that if you get them put into the half dozen boxes they are a little easier to manage... Then again, with 7 dozen, they're going to be unwieldy anyway
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