The remainder of the flight went by without incident. Every now and then, when I glanced back, the woman would glare at me, but I simply smiled and acted as if I didn’t see her.
As we started our descent, I watched her grab her bag and realize it was soaked.
Her face flushed deep red, and she gave me a look that could burn through metal.
I responded with a small, polite smile and then turned away.
“I’m going to shower first,” Alton said. “And then collapse into our bed.”
“I’m with you on that,” I agreed with him.
Once we landed and it was time to get off the plane, she shoved past us, grumbling to her friend. My husband and I didn’t rush—we took our time gathering our belongings and waited for the crowd to thin before heading to the exit.
As we stepped off the plane, a wave of satisfaction washed over me.
Sometimes, a bit of harmless payback is exactly what it takes to make your point.
As we walked through the terminal, the stress of the flight fading with each step, Alton slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close.
“You know, I haven’t seen petty Crystal in a while,” he said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures,” I replied.
