Wifey and I were on a trip to the Philippines and taking our toddlers, one of 10 months, the older just under 2. Due to airline regs, we could not sit next to each other, and I ended up in the row behind wifey.
We were flying on Philippine Air Lines, (PAL) which a Filipino will tell you, stands for Plane Always Late. We had a fuel stop in Hawaii that was only supposed to be an hour, but turned into two, because they decided to remove a drunk.
Wifey and I were exhausted from constantly attending to our kids, and lack of sleep, and were anxiously anticipating takeoff on this final leg. I was holding our sleeping 10 month old, when I saw a sudden movement in front of me next to wifey that caught my eye. The passenger next to her, a somewhat elderly man who seemingly startled awake, turned towards wifey and with a maniacal expression on his face put his left hand behind her head and punched her in the mouth with his fist!
I jumped up with my sleeping baby in my arms and shouted, “What the fudge do you think you’re doing!?” Only I didn’t say fudge! I got some whispered reply, then yelled, “Keep your fudging hands off my wife!”
At this point my focus changed and I noticed we were surrounded by staring passengers. A couple of flight attendants came running and gave wifey some ice for her bloody lip. I wanted us moved, but they moved the puncher instead to the drunks empty seat.
I was the only one who saw what happened. The puncher claimed he had been “sleepwalking” and given he was a small, harmless old man, I had to believe him. He apologized repeatedly. But, as I had been the only witness, without wifey’s bloody lip, we probably would not have been believed. If I had not been sitting behind him, out of reach and holding our sleeping baby, I probably would have physically attacked him as I was in a rage. And we would have been kicked off the plane instead and still be in Hawaii.
And you know, my baby never woke up!