This Man Had Enough! See How He Taught a Seat-Kicking Kid and His Mom a Lesson!
Gasps rippled through the nearby rows. Carl turned with wide eyes and raised hands. “Oh no! I’m so sorry,” he said, tone soaked in mock innocence. “Your son kicked my seat so hard it startled me. I must’ve lost my grip.”
The woman stared, dripping, frozen in disbelief. Words failed her. The boy was equally still, blinking as if someone had pressed pause.
But the kicking stopped.
Silence settled in, heavy and welcome. Carl turned back to the window, finally able to relax. The sea rolled on, quiet and endless, as he sank into the stillness he’d so desperately needed.
Not the most graceful way to get peace — but peace all the same.
