A Flight to Remember: When Karma Strikes Mid-Air
What was supposed to be a routine flight for one woman quickly turned into an unexpected ordeal, all thanks to an audacious fellow passenger. Little did she know that the journey would end with an ironic twist.
I boarded my flight from New York to Los Angeles, ready for yet another business trip. As a 35-year-old marketing consultant, I travel often, so I’ve grown accustomed to the hustle of airports and flights. This time, I was heading to an important conference in LA, with a tight connection to San Diego for a pre-conference meeting. Everything was planned down to the last detail—I couldn’t afford any delays.
I had even chosen an aisle seat for a swift exit. As I approached my row, I noticed the man in the window seat had already settled in. He looked to be in his early 40s, well-dressed in a crisp button-down shirt and slacks, frequently checking his expensive watch. He barely acknowledged me as I sat down.
Halfway through the flight, dinner service began, and I was starving. I hadn’t eaten all day, and the smell of food had my stomach rumbling. Just as the meal cart reached our row, nature called, so I quickly headed to the restroom, hoping to return before the food was served.
Unfortunately, there was a line, and by the time I got back to my seat, I was stunned to find that my meal tray had disappeared—and the man beside me was happily digging into his second meal.
“Did they bring my meal while I was gone?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
He looked up casually, a smug smile on his face. “Yeah, I figured you didn’t want it. Didn’t want it to go to waste.”
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