I’ve never been one for drama, but sometimes, it finds you anyway.
I was settling into my business-class seat, ready for a long but comfortable flight, when a man and his wife approached me.
“Excuse me,” he said, not unkindly. “Would you mind switching seats with my wife? We just got married, and she’s in economy.”
Now, I’m not unreasonable. If they had offered to reimburse me for the upgrade, I might have said yes. So I replied:
“I don’t mind switching, but my ticket was more expensive. If you cover the $50 difference, I’m happy to move.”
His smile dropped. “You’ll regret this,” he muttered before walking away.
I thought that was the end of it.
Spoiler: It wasn’t.
What followed was an impressive display of immaturity. Fake coughing. Loud phone videos. And then—the audacity—his wife climbing onto his lap mid-flight.
“We just want to cuddle,” she said, as if that made it okay.
The flight attendant, thankfully, wasn’t having it. “Ma’am, you need to return to your assigned seat,” she said firmly.
The wife slunk away, and the husband spent the rest of the flight sulking.
Here’s the thing: I don’t blame them for wanting to sit together. But expecting a stranger to give up a seat they paid for—without even offering fair compensation—isn’t just rude, it’s entitled.
Next time, maybe they’ll think twice before trying to bully someone into giving up their spot.
