Fliching in his sleep
My husband is currently sitting next to me on a train in Israel he is slowly falling asleep, and I am giddy with excitement as I know in the next few minutes he will nod off, drop his phone he is holding, and if I am lucky flinch and kick the chair in front of him.
Ah the falling asleep flinches, happens all the time still has me in stitches all the time.
Ah and there he goes – live as I type!
One plane journey he flinched and punched the lady next to him, way funnier for me than the angry lady he punched in the arm.
Once on a tube in London he fell asleep reading the metro newspaper; woke up to find the scattered pages all over the ground, and his arms still up holding the now invisible paper.
Flinching in public is hilarious – especially when I am awake to witness it.