Manners Can Be Nature Over Nurture
I have paid extra for seat allocation for my flight since I like having a window seat. A mother and her maybe-ten-year-old son have been seated in the two seats next to me. The mother looks at me, tuts, and just stares at me expectantly.
Me: “Yes?”
Mother: “Well? My son wants the window seat. You need to move.”
If she had been polite, I would have obliged. I might have paid for the seat, but it’s only a three-hour flight, and I know it can be tough managing kids on flights, even short ones, so I sometimes have sympathy. Not with this mother, though.
Me: “No, I don’t think I will. I paid for this seat specifically, thanks.”
Mother: “You heartless b****! My son needs to sit by the window!”
Me: “Then maybe you should have reserved a specific seat like I did. Take care.”
With that, I close my eyes, put on my headphones, and lean my head against the window
A minute or two later, my shoulder is being aggressively tapped. I open my eyes and see the angry mother glaring at me, hands on my shoulder, with one of the flight attendants protesting. I take off my headphones.
Flight Attendant: “—not to touch other passengers, ma’am!”
Mother: “The b**** was ignoring me!
The flight attendant stares pointedly at the mother’s own child.
Flight Attendant: “Ma’am, please calm your language; there are children present.”
The flight attendant looks at me with a sympathetic look.
Flight Attendant: “Ma’am, apologies to interrupt you, but may I please see your boarding pass?”
Me: “Absolutely! I’m always happy to oblige people who ask nicely.”
I present my boarding pass.
Flight Attendant: *To the mother* “Ma’am, this is the lady’s assigned seat, so she doesn’t have to move. Please take your assigned seats and prepare for take-off.”
Mother: “You need to make concessions for my child! He needs the window seat—”
Mother’s Child: “Mom, I don’t care! It’s you who always wants the window seat.”
With that revelation from a thoroughly embarrassed child, I go back to my music, and mother and child take their seats.
After the in-flight meal is served, the mother gets up to use the toilet and the boy speaks to me.
Mother’s Child: “Sorry about her. I usually travel with my dad because this kind of stuff always happens with my mom.”
Me: “It’s okay. It’s nice to know you’ve learned some manners despite… well…”
Mother’s Child: “Yeah… Thanks for standing up to her.”
And with that, he went back to his iPad and I went back to sleep. Stay strong, little man. Keep that apple far from the tree.