To the Parent Sitting Behind Me
Hi, I know this is only an hour flight but do you remember, before you had a child, how you never wanted to sit in a flight with screaming babies and worse yet, a baby that’s kicking your seat? I’m sure it wasn’t that long ago. Your boy’s only just started to utter words and he’s young enough to sit in your lap without paying for another seat. In fact, since he’s in your lap, do you think maybe you could stop him from climbing on my seat back? Or perhaps stop him from crawling under and using the carry-on bag you have underneath to bash my legs? I mean that’s all in addition to the traditional small-of-the-back kicking.
Hey, I get it, everyone’s experienced that to some degree and I travel a lot so I can take a lot of punishment but see, I’ve got a screaming baby girl in front of me, too and she’s knocking the seat down so much I think my laptop might crack a second time soon. Not to mention, while yours is uttering cute words, she’s just bawling and here’s me without my Shure earphones. They’re in San Francisco somewhere.
Normally, I just sleep on planes but hey, the guy next to me? He’s not overweight or anything but he’s one of those guys that spreads his legs like he’s Jenna Jameson readying to break a marathon porn record and it’s really crowding me. His elbows are taking up both arm rests on each side of him and beyond that, when he sneezes, I could swear the rain I just left in Christchurch was still around.
At least the chatty Japanese tour group is far enough back that I can’t hear them. Or maybe I’m just disracted by your boy.

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