I just turned fourteen, and as a surprise, my family is taking me to London. With a certain anticipated game coming out on May 12, I am trying to get 100% on its predecessor before it releases, so I bring my Switch.
The plane is about to take off, and I have settled into my seat with my sister sitting in the middle reading. My parents are sitting in the front, and with the way the seats are set up, there are large gaps between them. I realize a younger child — around seven or eight — is watching me through the gaps. I smile at him, but his face is transfixed on the screen, so I go back to playing.
Mid-take off, the child taps my shoulder, looking at me excitedly.
Child: “You play [Game], too?”
Me: “Uh, yeah.”
The child starts excitedly talking about the game, chatting about everything he has done. I learn that he used to go over to his best friend’s house all the time, but they moved shortly after he won, and how annoyed he is that he won’t be able to play its sequel until Christmas.
He quiets down, and I return to my gaming session. My sister has now passed out.
I set my Switch down inside my bag so as not to wake her, and I instead browse some of the books I brought. My backpack is an older one from school and has a padded strapped area where you would normally put your computer or tablet. The strap has broken off, so we’ve added a knot-type thing that is notoriously hard to open. It’s extra padded, so I place my Switch in there and go about my business.
You can probably guess what’s coming.
I feel my backpack getting whisked out from under my feet, and I spin around to try to find where it went. A middle-aged woman is angrily trying to rip open the strap, while the child is glued to the TVs in the seats.
Me: “What the h***?”
The woman ignores me, so I reach through and grab my backpack.
Woman: “HELP! THIS LADY IS TRYING TO STEAL MY BACKPACK!”
A flight attendant comes over. My sister is wide awake and frowning.
The flight attendant takes one look at the woman angrily wrenching the strap, the lavender purple backpack with hand sanitizer keychains and a hooked-on Squishmallow, and me trying to grab my bag back.
Me: “That’s my bag! She’s trying to steal my Switch!”
The woman has now pulled out a large pair of plastic scissors, the type you would give to a young kid doing a craft project. The flight attendant starts blowing a whistle, getting everyone’s attention.
Woman: “STOP THAT! YOU’RE SCARING [CHILD]!”
The child in question was looking defeated and annoyed if anything.
Multiple larger staff members came over and restrained the woman for having a weapon, though sadly no duct tape. We landed, and police quickly arrived to escort her off the plane, while she was screaming about how “her dear baby needs his console” and still pulling my bag with her.
It took a good twenty minutes to get it back, but luckily, nothing was damaged. A man and a woman arrived with another young boy in tow, and the child from the plane ran over with a resounding call of, “DAD!”
Turns out the “best friend” was actually his stepbrother. The dad had moved away with his family because the mom was stalking him after she cheated and they divorced. They had joint custody, but this was apparently the mother’s last chance, and she was trying to leave for a vacation — which she wasn’t allowed to do with the child — probably so she could escape since she was on her last leg.
My sister ended up playing with them while we got it sorted out, and my mom and the child’s stepmom are now keeping in touch for playdate reasons. The father now has full custody.