what it was like when the whole world was only a two foot radius

i had some extra time in korea so i decided to head over to japan for a package tour. fastforward to the plane. extremely sleep deprived, i decided i'd nap on the flight over. a relatively short flight, the minutes were precious. as soon as we passed crash altitude, i dropped the tray table and passed the heck out. ten minutes in, i woke up to the sound of a shrieking banshee. you think i'm kidding, but had you been there, you would know i'm being modest. satan's reincarnate was one seat front, one seat right of me in the form of a two year old child. tired enough, i soon knocked out again. again, shrieking banshee. i wanted to punch the child in the face, bite his ear off, stick his head out the plane, and then lock him in the lavatory. then this tiny face pops over the seat in front of me. my urge to play whack-a-mole quickly dissipated. cute kid. we'd land, part ways, and all would be well. well, this family happened to have signed up for the same package tour. !@#$

unable to control the child, the parents bought the kid a toy truck. one that would play music audible to the deaf. we were stuck in a bus all day. together. for the next four days. this child pushed the play button on the truck over and over and over and over again. every passenger without fail memorized the tune, and i'm sure it's seared in our memories lest we seek aggressive therapy. we all prayed that the batteries would die. the parents tried to take it away and the child would have roid rage. it was quite an ordeal. i have never seen a person look so consistently fatigued, but the father looked like he wasn't sure whether he wanted to throw himself onto the train tracks or into a boiling pit of lava.