Passenger Mistreats Flight Attendant and Orders Her to Clean His Shoes — Immediate Karma Follows

Entitled Guy on Plane Treats Flight Attendant Like Trash, Orders Her to Clean His Shoes – But Karma Hits Him Hard Immediately

Todd is a conceited businessman who gets on a plane and starts berating the flight attendant. His haughtiness reaches a new level when he asks her to polish his shoes in midair. However, karma comes into play quickly when a strong outsider intervenes and shockingly changes the course of events.

After a demanding week of business meetings, I was happy to have a complimentary upgrade as I snuggled into my first-class seat.

The calm buzz of the cabin provided a much-needed break from the bustle of the airport. In preparation for flight, I closed my eyes, eager to relish these quiet minutes.

However, the cosmos had other ideas.

My attention was drawn to the distinct sound of fine shoes on the carpet. I opened one eye and saw a man walking down the aisle as if he was the owner of the aircraft.

He exuded confidence in every aspect of his appearance, from his superbly fitted suit to the high-end sunglasses balanced atop his nose.

In first class, he was different.

Samantha, our flight attendant, caught my eye as he approached the seat across the aisle from me. She smiled warmly at me, but I could see something spark in her eyes. A resignation? It was obvious she’d dealt with his type before.

Samantha said, “Welcome aboard, sir,” in a polite and professional tone. “Can I help you with your bag?”

The man, whose name I would later find out was Todd, gave her hardly a glance.

He murmured, “It’s okay,” and pushed his carry-on as hard as he could into the overhead bin.

Inside, I sighed. That flight was going to be one of those.

Todd stretched out like a peacock and settled comfortably as the other passengers trickled in. Samantha was assisting an elderly woman to her seat when he snapped his fingers at her.

“Hey, you,” he growled. “I need a drink.”

With a smile that barely reached her eyes, Samantha turned to Todd after helping the woman. “Obviously, sir. For you, what can I get?”

Todd remained staring at his phone. “Beer. Make it quickly.”

Samantha’s jaw tensed almost subtly, and I watched. “I’ll get that for you right away, sir.”

She came back a few minutes later with his drink. After taking a taste, Todd crinkled his nose like a child who was given broccoli.

“This tastes awful,” he spit out. “You refer to this service by name? Please bring me another.

Samantha maintained a cool expression, but I could sense the tension in the area surrounding her eyes. She said, “I’ll be right back, sir,” and walked off to get another drink ready.

Todd didn’t even bother to thank her when she came back with the second scotch. Rather, he glanced down at his shoes, which were covered with the smallest bit of dust. My heart raced at what happened next.

As he snarled, Todd thrust out his foot in Samantha’s direction. “While you’re at it, polish my shoes! I take it that you are here to assist me?”

There was silence throughout the cabin. I clinched my hands, feeling my fingernails dig into my palms.

Samantha stopped for a second, and I saw her jaw muscles tighten as she tried to grin. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not able to assist with that.”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Todd scoffed. “Then what are you here for?”

“You should be thankful someone like me is even flying with this airline,” he said. “At the very least, make yourself useful and continue to pour beverages. Who knows? I may even give you a tip.”

I almost choked on something. Give her a tip? in an aircraft? This individual thought he was someone else.

Ever the professional, Samantha simply nodded and turned to go, presumably to avoid saying something she would later regret.

I met her eye as she walked by my seat and silently said, “I’m so sorry.” She smiled at me a little, gratefully, and walked down the aisle.

As the aircraft took off, Todd’s actions only became worse. It was terrible and hard to look away from, like watching a train disaster in slow motion. He would discover a new grievance every few minutes, each one more ludicrous than the last, and whine about it.

“Hey!” Amidst the soft hum of the motors, Todd’s voice could be heard. It’s very cold in here. Take action in this regard.”

Samantha showed up by his side, always understanding. “Sir, I apologize if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll bring this section’s temperature down.”

Naturally, though, Todd wasn’t satisfied with that. “Well, don’t just remain motionless. Bring me a blanket. Also, make it quick!”

I saw Samantha, her shoulders tense with anxiety, step back to retrieve the requested blanket. I noticed an elderly man across the aisle who shook his head, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

As soon as Samantha came back with the blanket, Todd moved on to his next grievance. “This Wi-Fi is garbage,” he scowled, pointing at his tablet. I’m here to try to handle some vital business. Why can’t you speed things up?”

Samantha said, “I apologize, sir,” in a strained but appropriate tone. “Unfortunately, our location and altitude have an impact on the Wi-Fi speed. We have no authority over—”

“Excuses!” Todd cut me off. “This seat costs a large deal of money. I anticipate receiving better service.”

A few rows forward, a woman turned and gave Todd a menacing dagger glare. I waited a moment for her to say something, but all she did was huff and turn around.

The long list of grievances went on. Todd didn’t have a comfy enough seat. It wasn’t cool enough for his drink. First it was too bright, and then it was too dim. He even had the gall to criticize his tray table’s angle at one point.

He scoffed, pointing at the perfectly level surface. “This thing is crooked.” “How am I supposed to work like this?”

Samantha bent to take a closer look at the tray. It looks to be level, gentleman. Are you bothered by anything in particular about it?

Todd gave a dramatic roll of his eyes. You obviously cannot see it. Please bring me the captain. Perhaps he can take action to stop this ineptitude.”

The surrounding passengers’ collective gasps were almost audible to me. You could feel the strain in the cabin, like a rubber band stretched to its breaking point.

That’s when I observed something moving back a few rows. A tall man in his mid-fifties got to his feet and adjusted his baggy blazer. As he moved to approach Todd, I started to hold my breath.

“Todd?” the man asked in a loud, authoritative voice. “I thought that was you.”

Todd suddenly jerked his head, and I think I saw all the color go out of his face. He gasped, jumping to his feet, “Mr. Harris!” “I… I didn’t know you were on this flight.”

Todd’s obvious employer, Mr. Harris, grinned, but it stopped short of his eyes. “Clearly not,” he remarked stoically. “I’ve been enjoying quite the show from my seat back there.”

Todd took a deep breath and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Sir, I can explain–”

Mr. Harris interrupted him by raising a hand. Well, Todd, I don’t think that’s essential. Your actions have been… instructive.”

I couldn’t resist leaning in to attempt to understand everything that was being said.

I observed other travelers around me sharing the same schadenfreude, and we were all laughing together.

“Todd,” Mr. Harris said in a tone that belied his apparent calm, “tell me, do you believe this is how we expect our staff to conduct themselves? Beating up customer service representatives, putting out irrational demands, and projecting a sense of self-importance?”

Like a fish out of water, Todd’s mouth moved in and out. “I… I was just…”

Mr. Harris adjusted his cufflinks and concluded for him, “You were just embarrassing yourself and, by extension, our company.”

“May I ask if you handle your coworkers in the same manner? Your lesser authorities?”

Todd’s face had turned sickly green instead of pale. With a murmur, “Of course not, sir,”

Mr. Harris furrowed his brow. “No? Then why do you believe that treating this airline’s diligent employees any differently is acceptable?” He hesitated, allowing the query to linger.

“You know, Todd, maybe you could shine your own shoes when we arrive since you seem to be so worried about hygiene. That is, after all, the reason you are here, right? to be beneficial?”

I had to bite my lip to contain my laughter. I could see other travelers around me straining to control their excitement.

Todd stumbled, “Mr. Harris, please. I swear it won’t happen again.”

His supervisor gave him a stern look. Todd, you’re correct in that regard. I’m going to have a serious talk with you about your future with the organization when we land. or more accurately, your lack of it.”

That being said, Mr. Harris pivoted and made his way back to his seat, leaving Todd standing there looking embarrassed and astonished.

Todd was a different man for the remainder of the flight. He avoided making eye contact with anyone as he sat silently. He didn’t look up, but muttered a barely audible “thank you” when Samantha walked by to gather rubbish.

I once again attracted Samantha’s attention as we started to descend. She smiled from her eyes to the tips of her teeth this time. She returned my small thumbs up with a wink.