This Man Had Enough! See How He Taught a Seat-Kicking Kid and His Mom a Lesson!
Carl stepped onto the sleek passenger ferry, finally letting out a deep breath after days of back-to-back meetings and soulless hotel rooms. He’d treated himself to a premium lounge ticket — the promise of wide leather seats, ocean views, and complete disconnection from the chaos of the world too tempting to pass up. No emails. No small talk. Just the quiet rhythm of the waves and a seat by the window.
He settled in, stowed his bag, and let the soft cushion pull him in. Outside, the sea stretched like glass beneath a pastel sky. Peace. At last.
But just as Carl was about to close his eyes, thud — a sharp kick landed squarely on the back of his seat.
He turned, eyebrows raised. Behind him, a boy no older than seven swung his legs with gleeful aimlessness, sneakers thumping the seat in front of him. A grin tugged at his lips. One more kick — harder.
His mother, seated beside him, was lost in her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen, utterly detached.
