I smiled politely. “Congrats! But I paid extra for this seat — unless you’re offering to reimburse me the AU$1,000 upgrade?”
He chuckled nervously and backed off. I figured that was the end of it.
Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.
Suddenly, he started coughing — loud, theatrical, completely fake. Then came the in-flight movie, played full blast with no headphones. Crumbs from his snacks sprinkled into my space like confetti. And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, his wife sauntered over and plopped into his lap, tossing me a smug smirk as if she’d just pulled off some genius move.
That was my limit.
I pressed the call button and greeted the flight attendant with a calm smile. “Hi there. These two seem to think this cabin is their honeymoon suite.”
She raised an eyebrow as I listed their offenses: “Fake coughing, no headphones, food debris, and now we’re doing lap-sitting in premium economy.”
The attendant’s polite expression twitched into mild irritation. Turning to the couple, she said coolly, “Sir, ma’am, I understand this is a special time for you. But safety protocols are still in place. You can’t sit on each other’s laps.”
Then, with laser focus on the bride, she added, “Because of your behavior, I’m going to have to ask you both to return to economy.”
hey shuffled off — he muttering under his breath, she glaring at me like I’d ruined her wedding night.
Peace, at last… for about an hour.
Then, out of nowhere, she yelped, “I NEED the bathroom!” loud enough to rattle nearby passengers. Her husband leapt up right behind her.
“The seatbelt sign is on,” the attendant reminded, her voice like ice.
“It’s urgent!” she insisted dramatically, like we were on stage at the Oscars.
Enter the same attendant, this time in full command mode: “You were warned. Either take your seats now — or I’ll involve the air marshal.”
That shut them down. They returned to their seats in silence.
As we began descending into California, a wave of calm washed over me — not just from the silence, but the satisfaction of surviving them.
At the gate, I saw them loitering, heads down, avoiding eye contact.
I strolled past and couldn’t resist: “Hope you learned something. Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon.”
Dave turned crimson. Smartly, he said nothing.
Moments later, I spotted my wife and child waiting with open arms. Just like that, the chaos of the flight faded. I was back where I belonged — home, with the only people worth traveling the world for.
