09/02/2026
This is the story of the day my kung fu training restored order to Flight 1341.
A couple days ago, I was sitting near the back of an airplane waiting to deplane and catch my next connection.
I had about 45 minutes to get 60 gates away, so I was definitely in a hurry. But nobody in the first row was even up yet. The seat belt sign was still on. We weren't going anywhere.
Then a family from a few rows behind me came flying up the aisle to get ahead of everyone.
I was annoyed, but tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe their connection was even tighter than mine. They'd announced that someone in row 14 needed to get off first because of a tight connection. Maybe they'd forgotten to mention this family.
I didn't actually believe any of that. I thought they were being rude.
But these were the things I was telling myself while I sat there trying to be zen, calm and serene.
There had been a two-year-old across the aisle from me crying throughout the whole flight. I felt sorry for her because she was literally yelling "ow" and covering her ears. I felt sorry for her mom, too. She was really trying. I've been there. It's a very helpless feeling.
At that moment, she started yowling again.
The mom who was trying to cut the line, standing next to me, made a noise and gave that mom a dirty look.
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore.
My kung fu training was coming into play right then.
I concentrated on making my body as firm as possible. I said "excuse me" as I very assertively reclaimed the aisle space, then set about getting my bag out of the overhead compartment.
She was not happy.
At first she tried to get around me. Then she was kind of sputtering and red-faced.
"We have a connecting flight to get to!!!"
I smiled.
"Me too! Where are you headed?"
When she didn't answer, I turned my back to her and got in the widest stance possible for an airplane aisle.
I mean, it wasn't like I dropped into a horse stance (how odd would THAT be? and it was more of a modified mountain stance anyway) but nobody was going to be able to move me. And nobody was going to accuse me of trying to start a fight. I was simply standing up to take my place in line.
I decided, as an extra bonus, that I'd make sure everybody in my row and the row across from me got out too.
Me and my stance restored order to Flight 1341 that day.
It's kind of fun, in a weird way, to train for being attacked or chased in an alley. But nobody actually wants to use that training unless they are Jack Reacher or Batman.
This kind of kung fu, though, we can use every single day out in the world. (I might start calling it Mrs. Rodden Kung Fu. )
Sometimes it looks a whole lot like Courtesy, Self-Control and Perseverance rolled into one tidy carry-on bag.