is Tamika,” she said. “I’m the manager tonight.”
Ethan’s parents finally looked up from their phones.
His feet froze against my seat.
“We’ve received several complaints,” Tamika said calmly. “About kicking seats and throwing food.”
The father frowned.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, sir.”
“We paid for these seats.”
“So did everyone else.”
Tamika looked at Ethan.
“All I’m asking is that feet stay on the floor and food stays in the bucket.”
“He’s a child,” the mother snapped.
“I understand.”
“He moves around.”
“That’s fine. Throwing popcorn at other guests and repeatedly
