The boy, emboldened by his mother’s dismissive attitude, had apparently decided to restart his little game. Each kick rattled Carl’s seat, grating on his last nerve. Something in Carl snapped. Enough was enough. If this woman refused to parent her child properly, he would have to take matters into his own hands…
“It’s time to teach this terrible woman and her son a lesson,” Carl thought to himself. He stared intensely ahead, formulating a plan for revenge. So engrossed was he in his scheming that he barely noticed the repeated kicks – ‘thump, thump, thump’ – against his seat.