After several minutes he had figured out a creative approach to get through to the mother and son. He quickly waved to one of the stewardesses to come over. “Excuse me,” Carl said as the stewardess approached. “Could I please get a cup of water, as cold as possible?”
“Certainly, sir,” the stewardess replied with a polite nod, moving towards the galley. Carl waited patiently, his plan taking shape in his mind. When the stewardess returned, she handed him a plastic disposable cup filled with ice-cold water. Carl thanked her and then carefully held the cup, contemplating his next move.