Brenda’s Growing Irritation
Despite Karen’s best efforts, Brenda’s demeanor shifted from reluctant to visibly irritated. She huffed, crossing her arms even tighter—a clear barrier against the moment unfolding. It was obvious she hated being the center of attention, yet here we were. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, her voice low but just loud enough for us to hear. Karen, ever composed, held her ground, her patience seemingly unshakable. Around us, nearby passengers began to stir, drawn in by the rising tension. All eyes fixed on our row, as if waiting for the next scene in an unscripted drama.
Brenda’s Growing Irritation
Passengers Question Delays
As the standoff dragged on, whispers began rippling through the cabin, spreading like wildfire. Passengers shifted uneasily in their seats, some craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the commotion. “What’s taking so long?” someone hissed sharply from behind us, their frustration echoing the growing impatience in the air. I glanced at Jacob, who was fidgeting anxiously, his restlessness mirroring the tension around us. The atmosphere felt precariously close to boiling over, and I silently hoped it wouldn’t escalate any further.
Passengers Question Delays
