“You sure have a lot of energy, huh?” Jose said, his voice tinged with frustration. But his hope was fleeting. The kicks came back, each one feeling heavier than the last as it struck his seat.
Feeling frustrated, Jose spun around once more and, with a firmness tinged with his mounting rage, made an appeal to the boy’s mother. “Pardon me, but could you please stop your son from kicking my chair? It’s quite unsettling.