All I wanted to do when I got into my seat for the long flight from London to New York was sleep. That wasn’t supposed to happen, though. Karen, the woman sitting next to me, had other ideas. I knew something was wrong as soon as she sat down. She was moving around and huffing and puffing. She looked at me with disapproving eyes.
The flight staff tried to make her feel better, but Karen wouldn’t give up. She didn’t like the seat, the room, or even me. Her behavior was all over the place, and the fact that she kept hitting the call button was like a time bomb. Even though I tried to stay cool, the hours went by and my patience ran out.
She was sitting at the window and watching the chaos in silence. She looked like she was about to cry. I felt bad for her, but I was too tired to help. The flight attendants looked like they were losing it, and Karen wouldn’t calm down even with their help.
The captain stepped in just as I thought things could not get any worse. He called Karen’s name with a quiet voice and a small smile, making her the center of attention. As he made fun of her in public, the whole plane laughed and cheered.
While we were getting off the plane, I couldn’t help but feel happy. Karen got what was coming to her in the end. The woman at the window and I looked at each other knowingly. We were both glad to have made it through.
The flight was rough, but not because of the weather. Some people are really hard to deal with, and Karen was a great example of that. At this point, I was just happy to be back on stable ground. I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next time.
