For the remainder of the flight, the seat behind Carl remained still. No more kicks came. The mother and her son sat quietly, their earlier bravado dampened by the cold splash of reality. Carl leaned back in his seat, a small smile playing on his lips.
As the plane began its descent, Carl looked out his window feeling a sense of satisfaction. His unorthodox method had succeeded in stopping the incessant kicking and teaching that rude mother and son a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget. Still, as he watched the clouds drift by below, a hint of unease crept in. Had he gone too far? While effective, his revenge clearly disrupted the flight and upset other passengers.