45 Shocking Moments When Rude Passengers Met Their Match Mid-Flight—and Didn’t See It Coming
he kept going and going asking the Karen to please step back a few more steps each time. Finally as they approached the rear of the plane he asked her to sit for a second while he grabbed the intercom at the rear of the plane.
“ladies and gentleman Id like to announce our special guest sitting in seat 42c. Lets giver her a round of applause”
the whole plane with wild with laughter and applause.
I loved every moment of that.
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Hello from Asia.
Flew Cheap Airlines from Los Angeles because my friend wanted to save $400 and had never traveled outside Murica. Cool, let’s spend money on bad decisions later. Well you get what you pay for, and I’m behind Rude Passenger. Rude thinks it’s a great idea to wrap her all white jacket around her seat so it looks like my food tray has a snow tent around it and bread and orange juice are huddled campers. My mashed potatoes looked like a snowman at Mammoth Mountain.
I tapped her shoulder to indicate her insult to the airline deities, she looked back at me, at her jacket, said something in Chinese, and sat back down. I’m Asian but not Chinese, no idea what she said, but she left her jacket to shelter my food. I’ve lost my appetite.
I sat there pondering how millions of Chinese are out of poverty and exploring the planet but haven’t had decades to learn airline etiquette, and how I miss snowboarding and that her jacket is perfect for the mountains, and I thought of this channel…and that my snowman and campers should stay on the mountain.
So I melted the butter on the still warm bread and slipped it in her jacket pocket, front side. Mr. Frosty potatoes went in the inner pocket. Dessert was some kind of white gelatin, perfect camouflage, went to other inner pocket. Bread crumbs in the final pocket. I put just enough in each pocket thinking that she won’t know til later.
I buttoned up her jacket so she’d have to go back to my seat to undo it. I asked for a different seats near the front so we’d get out of the plane before her.
Later I saw her going through customs. She hadn’t noticed yet, but I saw she put her passport in the heavily buttered pocket for easy retrieval. I didn’t see what happened after.
May the airline gods forgive her trespass, because I didn’t.
One year during the time that I was studying in another city, I was flying home for the break by myself. It was a domestic flight on a small aircraft (an a320 I think), and I followed a mother and her whining two kids down the aisle, hoping that they were at the opposite end of the plane than me. My worst fears were confirmed when they entered the row behind my allocated aisle seat.
There was a boy, 10ish, sitting directly behind me, the mother next to him in the middle, and a well behaved, complacent little girl next to her who turned out never to be a problem. I can’t say the same for her brother.
As we climbed out of the clouds I busted out the laptop to start watching a movie. I had headphones and was getting into it when… I noticed a nudge in the back of my seat. Hoping it was a one-off, the nudge happened again, and again, and I realized the kid behind me was kicking my seat. This was no “pushing with the foot”, this was fully fledged kicking that was not stopping. I turned around to see if the mother was doing anything about it, and she just ignored it reading her magazine. After ten minutes of feeling every kick I turned to the mother and said “excuse me, would you mind asking your son to stop kicking my seat?” She then forcefully pushed his knees down so that his feet were on the ground, and didn’t say a word to me (rude).
Five minutes later it started again, only harder this time. This kid was spitefully and intentionally pissing me off, and the mother clearly didn’t care. So when the air hostess came to offer drinks, I had an idea of how to teach the kid a valuable life lesson: don’t be a jerk.
After I asked for a coffee, I heard the kid asking for a cup of water. This would work perfectly. I felt the kicking stop when he had received his water, and I heard him extend his tray to put it down. I couldn’t be sure that his cup was on the tray but I figured I’d go with the plan anyway.
I pressed the recline release button on the arm rest of my seat, and violently shoved myself backward with force. The full cup was indeed on the tray, and flew backward, covering his lap in water.
He said “aahhhhhhh!!!” and then started complaining to his mum that the “man in front of me” did it on purpose. She was annoyed, and obviously hadn’t realized I’d done it on purpose and said “EXCUSE ME, you have spilled water all over my son!” I replied “Well next time you take your kids on a plane, maybe you could ensure that they’re not annoying other passengers by kicking their seats when it makes the difference”.














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