Have spent the last few summers in England /Europe; graduate of Cambridge and found my boyfriend there. No stranger to the trip from San Francisco to London and back. This last trip August, 2013 was different. Always request the aisle seat; got it no problem. Settled in waiting for my seatmates; they arrive – two young children, girl 6 or 7 and her brother 8 or 9. They took their seats. I looked around for their parents; plane took off.
Kids get bored; people and flight crew looking at me to keep what they think are my kids or charges. Try to explain NOT MINE. Cannot find parents; very long flight with two nice but bored children who are driving everyone within four or five rows nuts.
At about eight hours into the fight here comes mom. She and her husband are up in Business, and she decided that she should check on her kids. As they were still alive, she turned around and returned to the safety of Business Class to the comments of fellow passengers. She was not to be seen again until we landed at SFO.
The parents are lucky that you cannot tar and feather bad /stupid /lazy parents. Yes, I felt sorry for the kids, but felt I should have given mom and dad a hefty bill for babysitting.