The woman let out a loud scream, her magazine dropping to the floor as she saw her white designer bag drenched with red wine. “I’m so sorry!” Jason exclaimed, turning around with a look of feigned concern. “I was just so startled by the kick. I didn’t mean to spill this wine.”
The woman, now visibly flustered and damp, struggled to find words. “What the—why would you—” she stammered, her obnoxious composure shattered by the unexpected turn of events. Jason continued, “It’s quite difficult to hold onto things when one’s seat is being kicked repeatedly, you see.