“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear.
Did you say these two have permission to be up here?”
The flight attendant’s brow furrowed. “Well, I… they said it was an emergency.”
I nodded sympathetically. “I see.
And are you aware that these two were explicitly told to remain at the back of the plane due to disruptive behavior earlier?”
The attendant’s eyes widened. “No, I wasn’t informed of that.”
Just then, the stewardess who had dealt with Dave and Lia earlier appeared. “Is there a problem here?” she asked, her gaze landing on the couple.
Dave’s face paled.
Lia’s “emergency” dance stopped abruptly.
I stepped back, letting the professionals handle it. “I believe these two were just leaving,” I said, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice.
The original stewardess turned to Dave and Lia, her expression stern. “I thought I made myself clear earlier.
Back to your seats. Now.”
“But…” Lia started, her act crumbling.
“No buts,” the stewardess cut her off. “Or would you prefer we discuss this with the air marshal?”
That did it.
Without another word, Dave and Lia slunk back to their economy seats, defeated.
As the plane began its descent into California, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The rest of the flight had been blessedly peaceful, and I was more than ready to see my family.
The captain’s voice came over the intercom: “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re beginning our final approach to Los Angeles International Airport. Please ensure your seats are in the upright position and your seatbelts are fastened.”
As we taxied to the gate, I gathered my things, eager to be off the plane.
The stewardess who had been our saving grace approached me.
“Thank you for your patience today,” she said with a genuine smile. “We hope you had a comfortable flight despite the… earlier disturbances.”
I grinned back. “Thanks to you, I did.
You handled that situation perfectly.”
She beamed at the compliment. “Have a great day, sir!”
I stood up, stretching after the long flight. As I made my way down the aisle, I caught sight of Dave and Lia, still avoiding eye contact with everyone.
For a moment, I felt a twinge of sympathy.
They were young, probably just overly excited about their honeymoon. But then I remembered their bratty behavior and the sympathy evaporated.
As I passed their row, I couldn’t resist one last parting shot. “Hope you guys learned something today.
Enjoy your honeymoon!”
Dave’s face turned an impressive shade of red, but he kept his mouth shut. Smart move.
And with that, I left the plane, feeling victorious and ready to enjoy the rest of my trip. As I walked into the terminal, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
It had been one hell of a flight, but in the end, common decency and a little bit of karma had won out.
I spotted my wife and kid waiting for me, their faces lighting up as they saw me. All thoughts of Dave and Lia faded away. I was home, and that was all that mattered.
