I was flying from Anchorage to Seattle in 2003. The plane had maybe 30 people on it, so there was at least one row per person. I was in row 9, against the right window.
Just before we pushed back from the gate, I overheard a bit of a commotion in row 6, the bulkhead row. After a minute, I asked someone in row 8 what was going on, and he filled me in. The passenger in 6D had somehow gotten through post 9-11 airport security with a 4″ folding knife on his belt. Had he just left it there, it would not have been a problem – I mean, this is Alaska, where that’s not uncommon. But I started to pay closer attention to how this was going to play out.
But no. This guy had removed his boots and socks, removed the knife from its sheath, and was giving himself an amateur pedicure. When the person across from him objected to the flight attendant, the FA asked the man to put his knife away. He refused. She told him that if he would not, she would have to get the captain, and he would come back and insist on keeping the knife with him for the duration of the flight. Again he refused.
Being a former Marine, I know a threat when I see one. A short guy with a knife and an attitude is a threat. I really did NOT want to mix it up with a guy with a knife and an attitude, especially without any room to maneuver, but since I didn’t see anyone else nearby who was any better able to do so than me, I reluctantly did what Marines do – prepare for battle.
First, I told the young mom traveling with her baby seated across the aisle from me to move away from the aisle to the window, to keep them out of harm’s way. The Captain comes back, asks for the knife. Guy says no. Captain explains that if he refuses again, the Captain will have no choice but to have police remove him from the airplane and arrest him. Guy again says no!
By now, all kinds of alarm bells are going off in my head. This guy’s nucking futs! I have now moved to the aisle, seat belt unbuckled, armrest up, mentally and physically preparing to protect other passengers while knowing I will probably get messed up in the process.
What seemed like hours later, the front door opens and two cops come on board. Amazingly (and thankfully), the guy just sat there and waited for the cops, who arrested him without incident and removed him from the plane.
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