This "bistro" blog is going outside of the boundary for a bit to look into the world of checking baggage on airplanes. More specifically: Children. If anybody should get a discounted airline ticket, it should be the adults. On a recent flight from LAX to Chicago O'Hare, the almost four hour flight was a non-sleeping flight due to a five year old boy who kept kicking the back of my seat. His parents were sitting on either side of him managed to do nothing about the situation. What made the situation even worse, the child has an allergy to dairy, yet the parents didn't bother to bring any appropriate snacks for their kid, allergy or not. And then the parents expected the flight attendants to be able to handle the situation, but most domestic flights don't carry a wide variety of food choices suitable for children with dairy allergies. (Too bad.)
Through the flight of kicking and much screaming and crying, (I'll admit, some crying was my own,) the child finally managed to shut it's mouth when my girlfriend turned around and choked the kid. (Just kidding.) She offered the child a box of raisins. It seemed to pacify the situation for a bit. No "thank-you" from the parents, by-the-way. And even better, that was my "diabetic" snack!
To remedy this situation, I suggest we stow the children under the seats in front of us, or above in the over-head compartments. I would like to suggest down below with the dogs, but like Lou's mom, Mary Leonesio says, "why torment the dogs that way? Put the kids on the wing!" Anyone?
Until next time:
"Bartenders and Servers don't pay their rent with compliments."
Bitter? Party of one. Your table is ready.
Through the flight of kicking and much screaming and crying, (I'll admit, some crying was my own,) the child finally managed to shut it's mouth when my girlfriend turned around and choked the kid. (Just kidding.) She offered the child a box of raisins. It seemed to pacify the situation for a bit. No "thank-you" from the parents, by-the-way. And even better, that was my "diabetic" snack!
To remedy this situation, I suggest we stow the children under the seats in front of us, or above in the over-head compartments. I would like to suggest down below with the dogs, but like Lou's mom, Mary Leonesio says, "why torment the dogs that way? Put the kids on the wing!" Anyone?
Until next time:
"Bartenders and Servers don't pay their rent with compliments."
Bitter? Party of one. Your table is ready.
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