Man Told Me to Lock Myself in the Plane Restroom with My Crying Baby – But He Had No Idea Who Would Take My Seat
I boarded the plane with my six-month-old son, still reeling from my husband’s death. Money was scarce, sleep even scarcer, and Ethan’s teething turned every quiet space into an echo chamber of his cries. By takeoff, he was wailing uncontrollably, and the stares of fellow passengers cut deep. One man in my row finally snapped,…