Yeah, I have those big mouth suicidal moments.
About 10 years ago I was on a plane from FL, after
visiting my mother with my son, who was about 3 at the
time.
BIG BIKER, tattoos, beard, beer belly, etc, was sitting
behind my son. His kid (11ish) was sitting behind me.
The little bastard kept kicking my seat. I turned around
and asked him to stop. At least twice. I complained
to the dad.
Him: What can I do?
Me: Excuse me?
Him: I can't make him stop.
Me: How sad. Incapable of controlling a small child.
How pitiful can you get.
At that point I realized I was trapped in a plane, my back
to someone who was by definition an "outlaw", and I had
just insulted him. I spent the rest of the flight waiting
to get slammed in the back of the head.
I don't remember if the kid stopped kicking. I probably would
not have noticed over my adrenaline fueled heatbeat.
I met up with him again in the bathroom when we landed, but we
ignored each other.
Whew.
