Beastly Brat

I was on a flight from New York to Los Angeles and as I board the plane and walk up to my seat, I notice a young boy – at least 2 years old – sitting in my seat. I walk up and say to the woman next to him, his mother, that I believed that was my seat. She reached over to unbuckle him and pick him up but the boy resisted and yelled that it was “his” seat. She eventually got him up onto her lap. I knew then how terrible the flight would be.

The kid was loud and kicked the seat in front of him until I told the mother that another person had to sit in the seat and that the TV he was kicking wasn’t a magic floating television set. I thought to myself, “at least he’s not sneezing or coughing on me” (I was already sick myself).

I take my sandwich out that I had gotten in the airport food court and start to eat it. He then decides that he wants to stand between his mother’s legs, and stares at me while I eat. Then he starts coughing on my hands and food. And no… it wasn’t just air.

Tagged as: children & babies, seats