The Jerk in 19A

Once upon a time, a jerk sat here...

 So the flight to Munich was pretty smooth except for an incident between mommy and a stranger, otherwise known as “The Jerk in 19A”.  When I boarded the plane and took my seat – number 20A – I got a little excited and ended up kicking the one in front of me.  Not the best plane etiquette, I know, but cut me a little slack – I’m only two.   Here’s how the rest of the scene played out…

Mommy: “Griffin, no kicking! I’m very sorry, sir.”

Jerk in 19A:  “That better not happen for the next 8 hours!”  {I’m pretty sure that this is the point that he became known as “The Jerk in 19A” to mommy.}

Mommy (with that stern look on her face that I’ve come to associate with timeouts):  “Well, I’ll do my best to control his kicking and crying but he’s two.  Luckily, there are 48 empty seats on this plane so perhaps you move to one of those if my son annoys you.  He paid the same amount as you and has every right to be here.”

Jerk in 19A:  “That doesn’t give him the right to kick my seat!”

Mommy:  “And it doesn’t give you the right to be a jerk!  So now, you both have something to work on.”

And that was the last we heard from The Jerk in 19A.  By the way, I didn’t kick The Jerk’s seat for the remainder of the flight.  But I’m pretty sure that if did, mommy might have let me get away with it.

Mommy…my hero!