As Crystal and her husband, Alton, settle into their flight home, their anticipation of a peaceful journey is shattered by an incessant nuisance—a relentless passenger seated behind Alton, persistently kicking his seat. Despite repeated polite requests to stop, the aggravating behavior continues. Frustrated but determined, Crystal decides it’s time to take matters into her own hands.
I was on a flight with my husband last night, finally heading home after a long week at his parents’ house. As much as I appreciated the visit, nothing compared to the comfort of our own space. I could already picture myself sinking into our bed, wrapped in familiar warmth.
“I’ve missed our shower the most,” Alton said, stretching in his seat. “Mom and Dad’s place is fine, but our water pressure? Unbeatable.”
I laughed, nodding in agreement. Home couldn’t come soon enough.
A smiling couple at an airport | Source: Midjourney
We boarded the plane, and everything seemed set for a smooth, uneventful journey.
“Come, I’ll take your bags, Crystal,” Alton offered, grabbing my backpack with his usual thoughtfulness.
Gratefully, I settled into my seat, exhaling as the plane’s engines roared to life. The steady hum became a soothing backdrop, lulling me into much-needed rest. Just as my eyelids grew heavy, however, an unexpected disturbance shattered the tranquility.
A couple sitting on a flight | Source: Midjourney
Just as I eased my seat back, ready to drift into a peaceful nap, my relaxation shattered. My gaze landed on something that made my skin crawl—the woman seated behind us had her bare feet propped up against Alton’s seat.
“Why?” I muttered under my breath, my annoyance rising like a slow boil.
Before I could fully process the audacity, she kicked Alton’s seat. Hard.
Alton tensed but said nothing. Meanwhile, the woman carried on, laughing and chatting with her friend, completely oblivious to how rude—no, downright disgusting—she was being.
A woman’s bare feet | Source: Midjourney
I shot a glance at Alton, silently pleading for him to do something. He’s usually the patient one, the peacemaker—but even this had to be too much for him.
Clearing his throat, he turned around, keeping his voice polite but firm. “Uh, do you think you could put your feet down?”
The woman barely spared him a glance before whispering something to her friend. A second later, they both burst into laughter.
I didn’t catch her exact words, but her message was loud and clear—those feet weren’t moving.
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As the in-flight safety demonstration began, everyone—including the woman behind us—sat up momentarily, giving us a brief reprieve. I allowed myself to hope that maybe, just maybe, she’d gotten the hint.
But no.
Mere minutes later, she was back at it—chatting away, her feet shoving against Alton’s seat as if it were her personal footrest.
Alton stiffened. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He turned around, his patience wearing thin. “Hey, will you get your feet off my chair? It’s quite an annoyance now.”
His tone was sharper, more forceful. I held my breath, waiting to see if she’d finally get the message.
An annoyed man | Source: Midjourney
Of course, the woman didn’t even bother to respond. No apology, no acknowledgment—just an exaggerated eye roll before she went right back to her conversation, her feet still firmly pressed against Alton’s seat.
I saw my husband’s shoulders tense, his hands clenching slightly on his armrests. He wasn’t the type to cause a scene, but I could tell—his patience was hanging by a thread.
I exhaled slowly, already dreading the hours ahead. This was going to be a long flight.
Unless…
I decided right then and there—if she wasn’t going to fix this, I would.
A frustrated man holding his head | Source: Midjourney
“Honey, why don’t you find a flight attendant?” I suggested, keeping my tone even, though irritation bubbled beneath the surface.
I didn’t want to jump in just yet. And honestly, neither did Alton. We both knew that if I got involved, things could take a turn—because when pushed, I could be petty. Very, very petty.
Alton let out a slow breath, then nodded. Without another word, he stood and made his way down the aisle.
A few minutes later, he returned—this time with a flight attendant trailing behind him.
I folded my arms, watching intently. Let’s see how Miss Bare Feet handles this.
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She was a tall woman with a no-nonsense attitude.
“Oh, she’ll fix this,” I muttered to Alton as he sat down.
The flight attendant leaned down and spoke to the woman behind us, her voice low and authoritative.
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“I just wanted to take a nap,” Alton said.
My husband yawned and closed his eyes.
But I turned around; I wanted to see what the woman’s reaction was.
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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.
The audacity?!
At this point, petty Crystal was ready to make an appearance.
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
Who did she think she was? Why was it so important for her to have her feet up on someone else’s seat? She was just being a brat.
I glanced at Alton, who was now visibly uncomfortable and trying to ignore the feet pressing against his seat.
That was it.
I could hear the beverage trolley making its way down the aisle, making my plan easy to execute.
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“What can I get you?” the flight attendant asked Alton and me.
“I’ll take a gin and tonic,” Alton said without hesitation.
“And I’ll have a bottle of water,” I said.
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I unscrewed the cap slowly, and without taking a sip, smiled.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly.
“Just trust me,” I replied.
I casually leaned back in my seat and tipped the bottle over, pouring half of its contents onto the woman’s bag that was wedged between her seat and my husband’s.
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The water seeped into the fabric, darkening it immediately.
Petty Crystal was here to play.
But still, the woman hadn’t realized what I’d done.
Next, I took the remainder of my husband’s drink.
“Crystal,” he chuckled. “I know exactly what you’re about to do.”
A Gin and tonic | Source: Midjourney
“Then let me do it,” I declared.
I put my hand through the armrest and aimed directly for her feet. I emptied the drink.
“Ew!” the woman shrieked, jerking her feet back so fast that she nearly kicked her friend.
She pulled my sleeve, glaring at me.
“Did you just drop your drink on my feet?” she demanded.
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I turned to face her, putting on my most innocent expression.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Turbulence, and all that. I had no control.”
The woman opened her mouth to argue, but then seemed to think better of it.
Instead, she muttered something under her breath and turned back to her friend, who was staring at her, wide-eyed.
A close-up of a smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
I could hear snippets of their conversation, something about how disgusting I was and how rude we were.
“She’s just a trashy woman,” the woman said. “And she spilled alcohol all over me. I can feel it. Gross.”
“She should have just asked nicely,” the friend said stupidly.
Two young women sitting in an airplane | Source: Midjourney
“Yeah, but I paid for this flight, too,” she grumbled. “I deserve to have some comfort, too.”
“Some people just think that they’re better than the rest,” her friend said.
They went on for a little while. And when the food trolley did its rounds, the woman accidentally kicked my husband’s seat as she rearranged herself for her meal.
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“I’m so sorry!” she said loudly.
“You actually apologized?” her friend giggled.
“Yeah,” the woman said. “Because I don’t want to have a piece of hot salmon or goodness knows what landing on my feet.”
Alton gripped my hand and laughed.
A close-up of an airline meal | Source: Midjourney
But you know what? Her feet stayed off my husband’s seat for the rest of the flight.
“That was something,” Alton said, shaking his head, laughter dancing in his eyes. “You really showed her.”
“I’m just tired of people thinking they can do whatever they want,” I replied. “Especially when it’s so clearly disrespectful.”
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.
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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.
I just gave her a small, tight-lipped smile and looked away.
“I’m going to shower first,” Alton said. “And then collapse into our bed.”
A clean bedroom | Source: Midjourney
“I’m with you on that,” I agreed with him.
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.
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As we stepped off the plane, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.
Sometimes, a little petty revenge is just what you need to make a point.
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.
“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.
A couple at an airport | Source: Midjourney
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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’s funeral.
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The funeral had been tough, but it was a poignant farewell to a woman who had been my rock throughout my life.
“Are you sure you want to leave today?” my mother asked as I packed my suitcase. “You can wait a few days if you need to just sit with this loss.”
I smiled at her sadly.
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“I know,” I said. “But I need to get back to work and back to Colin. You know my husband barely manages without me.”
“I suppose it’s a good idea for you to be in your comfort zone,” she said. “But Dad and I have decided that we’ll stay until the end of the week just to sort Gran’s house out and finalize anything that needs to be done. I know that Dad cannot wait to get home.”
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“I know, honey,” my mother said. “I wish that you and Gran could have had that moment, but it’s okay, darling. At least you were here in the end when Gran needed you the most.”
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But finally, I made it onto the plane, ready for the journey back home to my husband.
“I’ll take that, ma’am,” a flight attendant told me, reaching out for my bag.
“Thank you,” I said, settling into my seat, my body aching for rest.
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“Oh, I hate flying,” the woman next to me said. “It’s the worst. But I hate driving too. I should have just stayed home.”
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.
But still, as I sat back, ready for the flight to take off and take me home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring at me.
A man sitting in an airplane | Source: Midjourney
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