Carl felt his anger boiling over at her nonchalant response. His voice, sharp and edged with frustration, cut through the hum of the cabin. “Occupied? At the expense of others’ comfort? Perhaps, then, it’s a good time for some parenting lessons,” he retorted, unable to mask his irritation.
The woman’s eyes narrowed, taken aback by Carl’s blunt suggestion. “Excuse me? Are you suggesting I don’t know how to parent my child?” “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” Carl snapped, his patience worn thin. “If I had a son, I assure you, he’d learn to respect others’ personal space, especially in such confined environments.”