Shaming the Children
The flight was six hours long. It was very hot in the plane, and there were two little kids screaming and kicking behind me. My row consisted of three fat, sweaty people (including myself). I was seated at the window. The mother behind us was sitting on the aisle with her toddler on her lap. The toddler ran up and down aisle and screeched every few minutes.
They climbed on my seat, played on the floor and hit my seat. They had super simple names like Brayden and Jayden. This was evident by the constant arguing and screaming fights. Even when staff asked her to, the mom didn’t do anything the whole flight. She said only, “This why daddy does not want us to come visit”.
