I caught myself staring. I know it’s rude to stare, but I couldn’t help myself. The mystery of what made him like this consumed my every thought. Nature or nurture? Was this a conscious choice? Or is he even aware this wasn’t normal?
That last question sent me into a spiral – what was normal? Really thinking about it – none of us on this flight were normal, really – it’s not normal for humans to fly. I understand Bernoulli’s principle – but REALLY – can a 1,000-tonne metal box really be less pressure than air flow... EVER?
His eye fell into my lap.
Well, that brought my attention crashing back to the reality of the kid in the seat in front of me.
Why he thought it would be a good idea to say hello to me by sticking googly eyes on his bare feet and drawing faces on them, only to stick them over the back of the chair, did he think—
‘Hellooooo...’ one of the feet said, interrupting my rant.
I couldn’t stifle the chuckle. OK. It was funny. Well played, kid. Now be normal and bury your head in your phone like your parents who haven’t noticed you upside down next to them – the seatbelt sign is on, for goodness sake.
I stuck the giant googly eye to my finger and poked it through the gap in the seat.
‘Buenos días, Amigo!’ the one-eyed Spanish finger returned.
The kid laughed, then hit his head falling off his chair as we hit turbulence.
Ah. That’s why the seatbelt sign was on.
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