Thump. The sound grew more insistent, echoing through Kevin’s seat, and his patience began to wear thin. He turned around fully, trying to maintain a calm demeanour despite his growing irritation. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice steady but firm.
“Your son’s been kicking my seat for a while. Could you please ask him to stop?” The woman blinked slowly, removing one earbud from her ear. She gave Kevin a cursory, dismissive glance, barely acknowledging the complaint. “Just kids being kids,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.