They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but mine came served at 30,000 feet with extra butter flavoring. It all started when the entitled executive in front of me decided his comfort trumped my basic need for blood circulation in my legs. His seat reclined so far back I could practically count his nose hairs.
After the flight attendant’s intervention failed (“I have every right to recline!” he huffed), I reached for my secret weapon: a family-sized bag of extra-crunchy popcorn. What followed was either beautiful payback or a war crime, depending who you ask. Each kernel I “accidentally” dropped seemed to find its way onto his designer suit. The pièce de résistance? When I “sneezed” an entire handful onto his headrest.
The moment his seat snapped upright, I knew I’d won. My mom tried to scold me but couldn’t keep a straight face. As we taxied to the gate, I made sure to offer him a single piece of popcorn – which he declined with impressive venom. Lesson learned: never underestimate a tall kid with snacks and a grudge.
