Something felt out of the moment when he got.
Do you know those people who are falling apart from a plane like their private aircraft? It was an on-knock, too self-confident air and Bluetooth headphones, as if to conclude an agreement in the middle of the flight.
At first I didn’t think much about it. After all, annoying passengers are part of the flying experience. But I knew little, this smug stranger would go from irritating to incredible – and the karma soon booked a place beside him.
I was heading at a work conference and felt happy with the aisle seat. The window of the window beside me was occupied by a man at the age of 40, dressed in a suit and behaved as if he had owned an aircraft. In the middle of the flight, the flight attendants began to serve dinner.
I didn’t eat all day, so I eagerly expected food. Just as they started serving, I had to use the toilet. When I came back, my tray was gone.
To my surprise, Mr. was important beside me happily eating my food. “Did they bring me food?” I asked and tried to stay calm. He didn’t even try to hide the grin. “Oh, yeah. You took too long, so I thought you weren’t hungry.”
“I couldn’t let the good food go for a waste. Besides, I was still hungry,” he added.
I was in disbelief. “You ate my food?” He smiled and chewed. “You postpone, you lose. You can catch a hamburger at the airport or something. It’s no big problem.” While I sat down, I stayed with a small bag of pretzels. But karma wasn’t behind.
The stewardess then announced:
… The airline accidentally loaded bad meals and anyone who ate chicken option – which has just become what he ate – was asked to give a possible problem of food safety.
The important stiffened, his grin immediately disappeared. The confident behavior he wore was replaced by panic. He looked at his half -ending meal, then at me. “Do you think it’s serious?” He asked, and his tone was now missing the arrogance he had earlier.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said unwillingly. “Usually these notifications do not do if it is not bad. Like really bad.”
Zmovilý. “Like … food poisoning wrong?”
“Maybe,” I replied, folding my hands. “I think we’ll find out. A good thing I didn’t eat.”
He twisted, his bravery left and quickly marked the stewardess. “I ate chicken,” he admitted, his voice shaking. “What’s going on? I’ll be okay?”
The stewardess assured him that it was just a preventive measure and recommended drinking a lot of water. However, the seed of fear has already been planted. For the rest of the flight, he emerged on his seat, broke into cold sweat, and clutched his stomach with every slight rattle.
Meanwhile, I was carelessly sipping the drink, nibbleing my pretzels and watching the movie in flight. Here and there I looked at the road when he saw him throwing himself. While I was looking for a calming dinner I was hoping for, he watched his paranoia, felt equally satisfactory.
When the plane started the descent, he leaned towards me and looked really desperate. “I’m really sorry to take my food,” he murmured, barely looking into my eyes. “I shouldn’t do that.”
I picked up my eyebrows. “Snooza, you lose, right?”
He insisted and realized that his own words had returned to bit him. “Yeah … I think I deserved it.”
I simply smiled and turned back to the window, content. Karma could have time, but she always knows when to move.
Conclusion
When we touched down and stopped the plane, I gathered my belongings with a quiet sense of satisfaction. The man next to me, now much less arrogant than when the flight began, remained unusually quiet – in his own thoughts, he probably played his decision. It was no longer about food; It was common decency and how fast things can turn over when you choose selfishness before respect. In the end I did not get dinner, but I got something better: the front row of the poetic justice served for 30,000 feet.