She Put Her Feet on My Husband’s Seat—Here’s How I Quietly Got Even

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

Last night, my spouse and I were flying. After staying with his parents for a week, we were finally heading 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 got on board, it appeared that the trip would go smoothly.

Alton stated, “Come, I’ll take your bags, Crystal,” and he took my backpack.

After we had finally taken our seats, the soothing white noise of the engines was all I needed to get through the flight.

However, when I pushed my seat back, I became aware of something that made me tense right away. My husband’s seat had her bare feet raised, as did the woman in the row behind us.

“Why?” At the same moment the woman kicked Alton’s seat, I mumbled to myself. Totally unaware of how impolite she was acting, she was engaged in a lively conversation with her buddy.

I looked to my spouse in the hopes that he would take action. Even though he’s normally very tolerant, this was too much.

He turned to the woman and said, “Uh, do you think you could put your feet down?”

After giving him a quick look and talking to her buddy for a short while, she burst out laughing. Her feet were obviously not moving, but I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying.

We all sat up straight and listened for a little while as the in-flight safety procedure came up. However, after a few minutes, the woman resumed her conversation while persistently shoving her foot onto my husband’s seat.

Alton turned around once more and spoke more firmly.

“Will you please move your feet off of my chair? Now, it’s a major irritation.

This time, of course, 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 were stiff, and I could see it. The flight was going to be lengthy.

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

I wasn’t ready to intervene just yet. I was also aware that Alton didn’t want me to intervene. We were both aware of my capacity for petty and absurd outbursts when called upon.

With a nod, he got up and walked down the aisle. He reappeared a few moments later, accompanied by a flight attendant.

She was a tall woman who took things seriously.

I whispered to Alton, “Oh, she’ll fix this,” while he took a seat.

The flight attendant’s voice was low and commanding as she leaned down to talk to the woman behind us.

Alton remarked, “I just wanted to take a nap,”

My spouse closed his eyes and yawned.

I wanted to watch the woman’s reaction, so I turned around.

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She finally put her feet down, visibly irritated. I assumed that would be the end of it, but the flight attendant’s feet were back up as soon as she left.

The audacity!

By this time, petty Crystal was prepared to debut.

Who did she believe herself to be? Why did she feel the need to rest her foot on someone else’s seat? She was simply acting like a brat.

Alton was clearly uncomfortable now, and he was attempting to ignore the feet pressed against his seat, so I looked at him.

That was it.

My plan was simple to carry out because I could hear the beverage cart moving down the aisle.

Alton and I were asked by the flight attendant, “What can I get you?”

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

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

I grinned as I gently unscrewed the top without taking a sip.

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

My response was, “Just trust me,”

The woman’s luggage was stuck between her seat and my husband’s, so I leaned back in my chair and tipped the bottle over, spilling half of its contents onto it.

The fabric instantly darkened as the water poured into it.

To play, Petty Crystal was present.

The woman was still unaware of what I had done, though.

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

“Crystal,” he said, laughing. “I know exactly what you’re about to do.”

I said, “Then let me do it,”

I reached for her feet with my hand through the armrest. I drained the beverage.

The woman screamed, “Ew!” and jerked her feet back so quickly that she almost kicked her buddy.

Glaring at me, she tugged at my sleeve.

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

I put on my most innocent face and turned to her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You know, turbulence. I was powerless.

The woman seemed to change her mind after opening her mouth to argue.

Instead, she turned back to her buddy, who was staring at her with wide eyes, and muttered something under her breath.

They were talking about how nasty we were and how dirty I was, and I could hear bits and pieces of their speech.

The woman remarked, “She’s just a trashy woman,” “And she covered me in alcohol. I sense it. Horrible.

The friend made the foolish statement, “She should have just asked nicely,”

“Yeah, but I paid for this flight, too,” she said. “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 time. As she rearranged herself for her dinner, the woman unintentionally kicked my husband’s seat when the food cart was making its rounds.

She exclaimed, “I’m so sorry!” loudly.

“You actually apologized?” her pal asked, laughing.

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

Alton laughed and took hold of my hand.

But what do you know? For the remainder of the flight, she kept her feet off my husband’s seat.

“That was something,” Alton remarked, his eyes flashing with laughter as he shook his head. “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 without incident. The woman occasionally gave me a scowl when I turned around, but I chose to ignore it by smiling.

I noticed that the woman’s bag was damp as she reached for it as we started to descend. She gave me a look that could have melted steel as her face flushed.

I just turned away and offered her a tiny, reticent grin.

When Alton stated, “I’m going to shower first,” “And then collapse into our bed.”

“I’m with you on that,” I concurred.

She shoved past us as we landed and it was time to exit, mumbling angrily to her pal. Before heading to the exit, my spouse and I took our time getting our belongings together and waiting for the mob to disperse.

I had a wave of satisfaction as soon as we got off the aircraft.

Sometimes you need a little petty retaliation to get your point across.