Four hours into the flight, the man unbuckled his seat belt and headed to the restroom.
Finally, I could stretch my aching legs. I looked at the space he’d taken from me and remembered his smug little question.
“If you’re not using the space, what’s the problem?”
A quiet smile crossed my face.
Then an idea came to me.
Within a minute, I’d put my plan into action. I settled back into my seat, my heart beating a little faster, and waited.
When he returned, he stopped cold. His eyes widened, his face turned crimson, and his arrogance vanished.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!”
For the first time that day, I didn’t feel small at all.
To be continued in the comments… 👇
I looked up at him calmly and smiled.
