When I booked my flight, I splurged on a premium aisle seat — extra legroom, easy access, perfect for a long trip. I didn’t expect a pushy couple to trick me out of it… or that they’d regret it before we even landed.
As I settled in, a well-dressed woman and her smug partner stopped beside me. Without so much as a hello, she demanded, “You need to switch seats. I booked the wrong one and can’t sit away from my partner.”
Her tone made it clear — this wasn’t a request. Her seat? A cramped middle spot way back in row 12. When I hesitated, her partner smirked. “Come on, it’s just a seat. Be fair.”
Not wanting to cause a scene, I sighed and agreed, quietly handing over my boarding pass. They strutted into my seat, whispering something about “selfish premium flyers.” But karma works fast — especially at 30,000 feet.
As I moved to her seat in row 12, a flight attendant stopped me. “Ma’am,” she said quietly, “those two are both assigned to row 12. They tricked you.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry — I’ve got a plan.”
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