They say love is in the air, but on my recent flight, it was chaos. I’m Toby, 35, and I’ve got a story that’ll make you think twice about your next flight. Picture this: I’m on a plane, excited to see my wife and kid after a long trip overseas. But two entitled newlyweds turned it into a nightmare.
I had splurged on a premium economy seat for this 14-hour journey. Just as I settled in, a guy next to me, Dave, asked if I would switch seats with his wife, Lia, who was seated in economy.
I smiled politely and declined, saying I paid for the extra comfort, but I’d switch if he covered the cost difference — about a thousand Australian dollars. Dave was not happy.
He muttered, “You’ll regret this,” and the chaos began. First, he started coughing dramatically, then turned on an action movie without headphones.
The guy across the aisle asked him to turn it down, but Dave sweetly refused, saying he’d forgotten his headphones. Then, as he ate pretzels, crumbs rained down on me. Soon after, Lia showed up and sat on his lap, turning their row into their personal honeymoon suite.
After an hour of enduring their antics, I called the flight attendant. She asked Lia to return to her seat and made it clear they had to follow the rules.
Dave protested, claiming they were newlyweds, but the stewardess shut it down. Then, due to their disruptive behavior, they were moved to the back of the plane in economy.
I sat back, enjoying the peace that followed, though part of me felt a bit guilty. As the plane began its descent into California, I spotted Dave and Lia in the back, clearly embarrassed and avoiding eye contact. On my way out, I couldn’t resist one final wave and said, “Enjoy your honeymoon!” Dave’s glare was priceless.
I left the plane feeling victorious. Common decency had won, and I was finally home. The chaos was behind me, and I couldn’t wait to see my family.
