chromatic's brother's son kicked me in the kidneys. Several times.
Here's how this completely true story (according to Allison, who told it to me), happened: I flew from Salt Lake City to San Jose on the 28th. I sat in my usual exit row seat, and a toddler sat in the seat directly behind me. He wasn't having a good time during most of the flight and took it out on the seat-back in front of him. Being that I was on a puddle-jumper type aircraft, the seat transferred most of the force from his feat directly to my back.
This isn't such an odd thing, though. I didn't find out until the next day who the kid was. At dinner with Allison, she asked me if I was on the flight in from Salt Lake City the previous night. I thought she must have been on the flight too and I just missed seeing her. Nope: chromatic's brother's son's mother saw the nametape on the back of my carry-on and recognized it when (Allison|chromatic) mentioned that I was in town, then related the story. Allison found out about the story and told me about it at dinner.
It's not all that exciting, and it was probably more interesting to me since I was part of the adventure, and you're probably sorry that you've read this far. As far as I know, it's completely true, and even if it isn't, some kid was still kicking me.