On a flight back from L.A., you’re jolted from sleep by someone kicking your seat.
You turn around and flash “the look” to a 6-year-old perp. The kicking continues.
You turn around once more, give another look, and sigh for effect.
Apparently, this child doesn’t yet understand the universal face for asshole.
His parents don’t either. You slip them a PardonMoi card: Pardon moi! I couldn’t help but notice that your child is kicking the back of my seat. Natural turbulence will do just fine, thanks.
And like magic, you are at peace.
Which is precisely why you don’t.
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