While Crystal and her husband, Alton, are on a flight home, they encounter an annoying passenger who continuously kicks against Alton\u2019s seat. After asking her to stop numerous times, Crystal decides to take matters into her own hands.<\/p>\n
I was on a flight with my husband last night. We were finally on our way back home after spending a week with his parents. I couldn\u2019t wait to be back in my own bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve missed our shower the most,\u201d Alton said. \u201cMom and dad\u2019s place is okay, but our water pressure is unbeatable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Woman on Plane Put Feet on My Husband\u2019s Seat \u2013 I Couldn\u2019t Stand It & Took Petty Revenge on Her<\/p>\n
We boarded and everything seemed like it would be a smooth journey.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome, I\u2019ll take your bags, Crystal,\u201d Alton said, taking my backpack.<\/p>\n
Finally, we settled into our seats, and soon after, the hum of the engines was the comforting white noise I needed to dose off on the flight.But as I was pushing my seat back, I noticed something that immediately set my teeth on edge. The woman in the row behind us had her bare feet up on my husband\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I muttered to myself at the same time the woman kicked Alton\u2019s seat. She was chatting animatedly with her friend, completely oblivious to how rude she was being.I glanced at my husband, hoping that he\u2019d do something. He\u2019s usually so patient, but this was too much even for him.<\/p>\n
\u201cUh, do you think you could put your feet down?\u201d he asked, turning around to face the woman.<\/p>\n
She glanced at him, exchanged a few words with her friend, and then laughed. I couldn\u2019t hear exactly what she said, but it was clear that her feet weren\u2019t going anywhere.Then, it was time for the in-flight safety protocol, so we all sat upright and paid attention for a few moments. But a few minutes later, the woman began chatting again, her feet constantly pushing into my husband\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n
Alton turned around again, his voice firmer this time.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, will you get your feet off my chair? It\u2019s quite an annoyance now.\u201dOf course, the woman didn\u2019t even bother to respond this time. She just rolled her eyes and continued her conversation, her feet firmly planted onto his seat.<\/p>\n
I could see my husband\u2019s shoulders tense up. This was going to be a long flight.\u201dHoney, why don\u2019t you find a flight attendant?\u201d I suggested, trying to keep my voice calm.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to step in yet. And I knew Alton didn\u2019t want me to step in either. We both knew how petty and ridiculous I could be if I was called to it.<\/p>\n
He nodded and stood up, making his way down the aisle. Moments later, he returned with a flight attendant in tow.She was a tall woman with a no-nonsense attitude.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, she\u2019ll fix this,\u201d I muttered to Alton as he sat down.<\/p>\n
The flight attendant leaned down and spoke to the woman behind us, her voice low and authoritative.\u201dI just wanted to take a nap,\u201d Alton said.<\/p>\n
My husband yawned and closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
But I turned around; I wanted to see what the woman\u2019s reaction was.She was clearly annoyed, and she finally put her feet down. I thought that would be the end of it, but no sooner had the flight attendant walked away than her feet were back up.<\/p>\n
The audacity?!<\/p>\n
At this point, petty Crystal was ready to make an appearance.Who did she think she was? Why was it so important for her to have her feet up on someone else\u2019s seat? She was just being a brat.<\/p>\n
I glanced at Alton, who was now visibly uncomfortable and trying to ignore the feet pressing against his seat.<\/p>\n
That was it.<\/p>\n
I could hear the beverage trolley making its way down the aisle, making my plan easy to execute.\u201dWhat can I get you?\u201d the flight attendant asked Alton and me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll take a gin and tonic,\u201d Alton said without hesitation.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I\u2019ll have a bottle of water,\u201d I said.I unscrewed the cap slowly, and without taking a sip, smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust trust me,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
I casually leaned back in my seat and tipped the bottle over, pouring half of its contents onto the woman\u2019s bag that was wedged between her seat and my husband\u2019s.The water seeped into the fabric, darkening it immediately.<\/p>\n
Petty Crystal was here to play.<\/p>\n
But still, the woman hadn\u2019t realized what I\u2019d done.<\/p>\n
Next, I took the remainder of my husband\u2019s drink.<\/p>\n
\u201cCrystal,\u201d he chuckled. \u201cI know exactly what you\u2019re about to do.\u201dThen let me do it,\u201d I declared.<\/p>\n
I put my hand through the armrest and aimed directly for her feet. I emptied the drink.<\/p>\n
\u201cEw!\u201d the woman shrieked, jerking her feet back so fast that she nearly kicked her friend.<\/p>\n
She pulled my sleeve, glaring at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you just drop your drink on my feet?\u201d she demanded.I turned to face her, putting on my most innocent expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I\u2019m so sorry. Turbulence, and all that. I had no control.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman opened her mouth to argue, but then seemed to think better of it.<\/p>\n
Instead, she muttered something under her breath and turned back to her friend, who was staring at her, wide-eyed.I could hear snippets of their conversation, something about how disgusting I was and how rude we were.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s just a trashy woman,\u201d the woman said. \u201cAnd she spilled alcohol all over me. I can feel it. Gross.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe should have just asked nicely,\u201d the friend said stupidly.\u201dYeah, but I paid for this flight, too,\u201d she grumbled. \u201cI deserve to have some comfort, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome people just think that they\u2019re better than the rest,\u201d her friend said.<\/p>\n
They went on for a little while. And when the food trolley did its rounds, the woman accidentally kicked my husband\u2019s seat as she rearranged herself for her meal.\u201dI\u2019m so sorry!\u201d she said loudly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou actually apologized?\u201d her friend giggled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d the woman said. \u201cBecause I don\u2019t want to have a piece of hot salmon or goodness knows what landing on my feet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alton gripped my hand and laughed.But you know what? Her feet stayed off my husband\u2019s seat for the rest of the flight.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was something,\u201d Alton said, shaking his head, laughter dancing in his eyes. \u201cYou really showed her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just tired of people thinking they can do whatever they want,\u201d I replied. \u201cEspecially when it\u2019s so clearly disrespectful.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rest of the flight passed uneventfully. Whenever I turned around, the woman shot me a glare every so often, but I just smiled and pretended not to notice.As we began our descent, I saw the woman reach for her bag and notice that it was wet. Her face turned crimson, and she shot me a look that could have melted steel.<\/p>\n
I just gave her a small, tight-lipped smile and looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to shower first,\u201d Alton said. \u201cAnd then collapse into our bed.\u201d\u201dI\u2019m with you on that,\u201d I agreed with him.<\/p>\n
When we landed and it was time to disembark, she brushed past us, muttering angrily to her friend. My husband and I took our time gathering our things and letting the crowd thin out before we made our way to the exit.As we stepped off the plane, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, a little petty revenge is just what you need to make a point.<\/p>\n
As we strolled through the terminal, the tension of the flight melting away with each step, Alton wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, I haven\u2019t seen petty Crystal in a while,\u201d he said, a hint of laughter in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, desperate times call for desperate measures,\u201d I replied.What would you have done?<\/p>\n
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Kayla, grieving the loss of her grandmother, is about to return home after the funeral. But when she boards her flight, she has no idea about the nightmare that awaits her. In a case of mistaken identity, Kayla has no choice but to rely on her wits and quick thinking to get her out of the hot water she has landed in.<\/p>\n
After a few long days of grieving, I was ready to collapse into my own bed. I was six months pregnant and emotionally drained from my grandmother\u2019s funeral.The funeral had been tough, but it was a poignant farewell to a woman who had been my rock throughout my life.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure you want to leave today?\u201d my mother asked as I packed my suitcase. \u201cYou can wait a few days if you need to just sit with this loss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d I said. \u201cBut I need to get back to work and back to Colin. You know my husband barely manages without me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose it\u2019s a good idea for you to be in your comfort zone,\u201d she said. \u201cBut Dad and I have decided that we\u2019ll stay until the end of the week just to sort Gran\u2019s house out and finalize anything that needs to be done. I know that Dad cannot wait to get home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just wish that Gran would have been around to see the baby,\u201d I said, rubbing my hand along my belly. \u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019ve wanted all along.\u201d\u201dI know, honey,\u201d my mother said. \u201cI wish that you and Gran could have had that moment, but it\u2019s okay, darling. At least you were here in the end when Gran needed you the most.\u201d<\/p>\n
Now, I was navigating the long lines at the airport. I had hated flying, but it was much easier to fly home than drive. I couldn\u2019t manage spending twelve hours in a car with my bladder fighting me.But finally, I made it onto the plane, ready for the journey back home to my husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll take that, ma\u2019am,\u201d a flight attendant told me, reaching out for my bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I said, settling into my seat, my body aching for rest.\u201dOh, I hate flying,\u201d the woman next to me said. \u201cIt\u2019s the worst. But I hate driving too. I should have just stayed home.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed because I agreed completely. I hated the turbulence that came with flying. It made me feel uneasy and anxious, as though I was absolutely losing control with each jolt.<\/p>\n
But still, as I sat back, ready for the flight to take off and take me home, I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that someone was staring at me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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