For the rest of the flight, the seat behind Carl stayed completely still. No more kicks, no more noise. The mother and son sat quietly the whole time, their rude attitude gone after the cold splash of reality. Carl leaned back in his seat, a small, satisfied smile on his face.
As the plane began descending for landing, Carl stared out the window feeling pleased with himself. His unorthodox revenge had worked perfectly, stopping the endless kicking and teaching the rude pair a lasting lesson. But as he watched the clouds drift by, a tiny feeling of guilt crept in. Had he gone too far? His revenge had worked, but it had also disrupted the whole cabin and upset everyone around them.
