I Don’t Know Him
One time, I was an unaccompanied minor, and the boy who sat next to me—also an unaccompanied minor—would not SHUT UP.
And unfortunately, since he was trying to converse with me, I received the dirty looks meant for him as well.
He kept screaming “BUTTS ON FIRE!” and would laugh like a maniac. He also kept messing with a dog from another passenger, and we would both be berated for his behavior.
Miss, all I did was order a hot chocolate and look out the window. I am not with him. softballthrowaway