The eagle has landed

So I manage to find my seat, 17A. I look at 17B and 17C, shit, a little girl and her mom. I smile, and sit down.

An hour later.

I don't know how, but the evil pair have managed to get on my nerves.

Half an hour later.

The little girl takes the safety instructions from the seat pocket, she starts reading very carefully the instructions.

Fifteen minutes later.

The little gril is attentively looking at the crash landing positions.

"Don't worry little girl, you don't need to read that", I say.

"Why?", she asks.

"Well, if we crash, you'll probably be dead anyway!", I answer.

Little girl starts crying.