BUSINESS-CLASS TEEN PASSENGER THREW CHIPS AT ME WHILE HIS DAD LAUGHED — THEY HAD NO IDEA THEY’D REGRET IT AN HOUR LATER. ME: “What are you doing? Calm down, kid!” TEEN (MOCKING ME WHILE STILL THROWING CHIPS): “Calm down, kid! Calm down!” ME: “Excuse me, are you this kid’s father?” FATHER (LAUGHING): “Hold on, I’m recording this! Can you say ‘Calm down, kid!’ one more time?” I’m not one for confrontation, so I just asked the flight attendant if I could switch seats. They moved me, and I spent the rest of the flight thinking about how some people act when they feel a little more privileged than others. But karma has a way of showing up when you least expect it. About an hour later, after I was off the plane, I ran into the same kid and his dad again and their faces changed real quick because this time, the tables had turned as I was that same person who ⬇️

When Samantha, a modest woman, boards a business-class flight, she becomes the target of a bratty teen’s antics and his father’s mockery. Little did they know, their paths would cross again just hours later,

leading to a twist neither of them could have predicted — one the father-son duo would deeply regret. A few weeks ago, I received a letter — a real, honest-to-God, fancy letter in one of those thick, cream-colored envelopes.

It was from a lawyer telling me I was a candidate for an inheritance from my late grandmother’s sister.I barely knew the woman, so you can imagine my surprise when I found out I might inherit something from her. That’s how I found myself on a business-class flight to Dallas.

Just as I was getting settled, I noticed this teenager in the row ahead of me. He couldn’t have been more than 15, but he was already a professional brat. He was loud and obnoxious and made a scene just for the sake of it

His father, sitting right next to him, wasn’t any better.Instead of telling his kid to calm down, he was egging him on, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.

I mean, who does that? I tried to tune them out, but it was impossible. The kid — Dean, I think I heard his father call him — started throwing chips over the seat, and of course, they landed right on me. I took a deep breath, counted to ten, and leaned forward. “Hey, what are you doing?

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