Parents Let Their Kid Ruin Our Flight — But My Dad’s Clever Payback Taught Them a Priceless Lesson
Thirty Thousand Feet of Patience The trouble started before we even left the ground. A little boy behind me was already restless, drumming his sneakers against the back of my seat like a tiny percussionist. His parents, absorbed in their phones, didn’t seem to notice. I told myself it was just pre-flight energy — nerves, …