A Rude Passenger Stretched Her Feet Onto My Husband’s Seat—Here’s How I Got Even

Woman on Plane Put Feet on My Husband’s Seat – I Couldn’t Stand It & Took Petty Revenge on Her

On their journey home, Crystal and her husband Alton run with a bothersome customer who keeps kicking Alton’s seat. Crystal takes matters into her own hands after repeatedly pleading with her to stop.

My spouse and I were traveling last night. Finally, after a week with his folks, we were headed back home. I was eager to get back into my own bed.

“I’ve missed our shower the most,” Alton remarked. “Mom and dad’s place is okay, but our water pressure is unbeatable.”

When we boarded, the trip appeared to go without a hitch.

“Crystal, come on over. I’ll take your bags.” Alton grabbed my backpack.

After we had taken our seats, I was able to fall asleep on the trip thanks to the soothing sound of the engines humming.

However, as I pushed my seat back, my teeth tensed at the sight of something. My spouse’s seat was occupied by a woman seated behind us, who had her bare feet up there.

“Why?” Simultaneously with the woman kicking Alton’s seat, I mumbled to myself. She was engaging in enthusiastic conversation with her companion, totally unaware of how impolite she was acting.

I looked at my husband, hoping he would take action. Even though he is normally very patient, this was too much for him.

He turned to look at her and said, “Uh, do you think you could put your feet down?”

She gave him a quick glance, spoke briefly with her friend, and then burst out laughing. Her feet were firmly planted, even if I couldn’t hear all she said.

Then came the time for the in-flight safety procedure, which required all of us to sit up straight and pay attention for a short while. However, the woman started talking again a few minutes later and kept shoving her feet into my husband’s seat.

Alton spun around once more, his voice more assertive.

Will you please take your feet off of my chair? It annoys me a lot now.”

Naturally, this time the woman didn’t even bother to answer. With her feet firmly placed on his seat, she simply rolled her eyes and carried on with her chat.

My husband’s shoulders tensed, as I could see. This flight was going to take a long time.

“Honey, why don’t you find a flight attendant?” I made a suggestion while attempting to seem calm.

It wasn’t time for me to intervene. I was also aware that Alton didn’t want me to intervene. We were both aware of my tendency toward petty and absurd behavior when called upon.

With a nod, he got up and walked down the aisle. He came back a little while later, accompanied by a flight attendant.

She was a tall woman with a determined demeanor.

I said to Alton, “Oh, she’ll fix this,” as he sat down.

With a low, commanding voice, the flight attendant bent over and spoke to the woman behind us.

Alton stated, “I just wanted to take a nap.”

With a yawn, my husband shut his eyes.

However, I spun around to observe the woman’s response.

She eventually placed her feet down, visibly upset. I assumed that would be the last of it, but the flight attendant didn’t even get a chance to put her feet up after leaving.

What boldness!?

Petty Crystal was now prepared to make an entrance.

Who was she, she thought? Why did she feel the need to prop her feet up on someone else’s chair? It was just a brat of hers.

I took a quick look at Alton, who was clearly uncomfortable now and trying not to pay attention to the feet wedged under his seat.

And that was all.

I could hear the drink cart rolling down the aisle, which made carrying out my plan simple.

The flight attendant asked Alton and me, “What can I get you?”

Alton responded, “I’ll take a gin and tonic,” without thinking twice.

“And I’ll have a bottle of water,” I replied.

I grinned as I carefully unscrewed the cap and refrained from sipping.

His gaze narrowed slightly as he said, “What are you doing?”

“Just put your trust in me,” I said.

I tilted the bottle back in my seat with a casual attitude, spilling half of its contents upon the woman’s bag that was crammed in between her seat and my husband’s.

The fabric instantly became darker as the water seeped through it.

Petty Crystal came to have fun.

Nevertheless, the woman remained unaware of my actions.

I then took the last of my husband’s beverage.

“Crystal,” with a laugh. “I know exactly what you’re about to do.”

“Then give it to me,” I said.

I reached straight for her feet, putting my hand through the armrest. I drained the beverage.

“Ew!” the woman exclaimed, almost kicking her buddy with her sudden foot pull back.

She glared at me as she tugged at my sleeve.

She shouted, “Did you just drop your drink on my feet?”

I turned to look at her, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Oh, I apologize so much. All that turbulence and stuff. I was powerless.”

The woman seemed to second-guess herself as she was about to argue.

Rather, she mumbled something and pivoted back to face her buddy, who was staring at her with wide eyes.

I heard bits and pieces of their talk, something about how disrespectful we were and how horrible I was.

As the woman put it, “She’s just a trashy woman.” “And she drenched me in alcohol. I’m aware of it. Horrible.”

The friend remarked naively, “She should have just asked nicely.”

Yes, but I also paid for this flight, she complained. “I deserve to have some comfort, too.”

Her buddy remarked, “Some people just think that they’re better than the rest.”

They continued for a short period. Additionally, as the food cart made its rounds, the woman unintentionally kicked my husband’s seat while getting ready for her meal.

She cried out, “I’m so sorry!”

Her companion chuckled and said, “You actually apologized?”

Yes, the woman replied. “Because I don’t want to have a piece of hot salmon or goodness knows what landing on my feet.”

Grabbing my hand, Alton laughed.

However, what’s the deal? She did not take her feet off my husband’s seat during the entire journey.

Alton shook his head and muttered, “That was something,” with laughter glimmering in his eyes. “You really showed her.”

“I’m just tired of people thinking they can do whatever they want,” I responded. “Especially when it’s so clearly disrespectful.”

The remainder of the flight went by without incident. The woman occasionally gave me a scowl when I turned around, but I chose to ignore it with a fake grin.

I watched the woman reach for her purse and realize it was soaked as we started our descent. She flashed me a glare that could have melted steel as her face became scarlet.

I merely smiled slightly and averted my eyes from her.

“I’m going to take a shower first,” Alton declared. “And then collapse into our bed.”

“I concur with you on that,” I said.

She walked by us and muttered something furious to her pal as we disembarked when we landed. Before heading to the exit, my spouse and I took our time getting ready and waited for the crowd to disperse.

I had a wave of contentment as soon as we got off the plane.

A little small-scale retaliation is sometimes just what’s needed to make a point.

With every stride we took around the terminal, Alton put an arm around my shoulders and drew me in, easing the strain from the flight.

He uttered the words, “You know, I haven’t seen petty Crystal in a while,” with a faint giggle.

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures,” I responded.

How would you have responded in that situation?