As a frequent flyer, I thought I’d seen it all—until I met the arrogant man in seat 3A. Polished and smug, he barely acknowledged me. Exhausted and starving, I ordered a vegetarian meal and stepped away briefly, only to return and find my tray empty.
He shrugged, claiming he thought I “didn’t want it.” With no extras left, I settled for crackers, silently seething at his entitlement. But karma doesn’t forget. When turbulence struck, his confidence crumbled. Pale and sweating, he rushed for the restroom—too late. He returned humiliated, his spotless image ruined. I didn’t laugh, but the lesson was clear: respect matters, arrogance backfires, and dignity is the one thing money or status can’t buy.
