While Maeve and her husband, Teddy, are on a flight home, they run into a rude passenger who keeps kicking Teddy’s seat. After asking her to stop over and over, Maeve decides to handle it herself.
I was on a flight with my husband last night. We were finally heading home after a week at his parents’. I couldn’t wait to crash in my own bed.
“I’ve missed our shower the most,” Teddy said. “Mom and Dad’s place is fine, but our water pressure is unbeatable.”
We boarded and everything looked smooth.
“Come, I’ll grab your bag, Maeve,” Teddy said, taking my backpack.
We settled in, and soon the engine hum was the perfect white noise to doze off.
But as I leaned my seat back, something made me grind my teeth. The woman behind us had her bare feet up on Teddy’s seat.
“Why?” I muttered — just as she kicked his seat. She was chatting loud with her friend, totally clueless how rude she was being.
I glanced at Teddy, hoping he’d say something. He’s usually chill, but this was too much.
“Uh, could you put your feet down?” he asked, turning around.
She looked at him, said something to her friend, and laughed. I couldn’t hear it, but her feet didn’t move.
Then came the safety demo, so we all sat up. But minutes later, she was back at it — talking, feet pushing into Teddy’s seat.
Teddy turned again, voice harder.
“Hey, get your feet off my chair. It’s really annoying now.”
She didn’t even answer. Just rolled her eyes and kept talking, feet glued to his seat.
I saw Teddy’s shoulders tense. This was gonna be a long flight.
“Honey, grab a flight attendant?” I said, keeping calm.
I didn’t want to jump in yet. And Teddy didn’t want me to. We both knew how petty I could get.
He nodded, got up, came back with a tall flight attendant who looked like she meant business.
“Oh, she’ll fix this,” I whispered as he sat.
The attendant leaned down, voice low but firm.
“I just wanted to nap,” Teddy said.
He yawned and closed his eyes.
But I turned — I wanted to see her face.
She was pissed, but finally dropped her feet. I thought it was over.
Nope. The second the attendant walked away — feet back up.
The nerve?!
Petty Maeve was ready to roll.
Who did she think she was? Why did she need her feet on someone else’s seat? She was just being a brat.
I looked at Teddy — squirming, trying to ignore the pressure.
That was it.
I heard the drink cart coming. Perfect.
“What can I get you?” the attendant asked.
“Gin and tonic,” Teddy said quick.
“Bottle of water,” I said.
I twisted the cap slow, didn’t sip, just smiled.
“What are you doing?” Teddy asked, eyes narrowing.
“Trust me,” I said.
I leaned back casual and tipped the bottle — half the water poured straight onto her bag wedged between her seat and Teddy’s.
The fabric soaked dark instantly.
Petty Maeve was in the game.
She still hadn’t noticed.
Next, I grabbed Teddy’s drink.
“Maeve,” he chuckled. “I know what’s next.”
“Then let me,” I said.
I slid my hand through the armrest and aimed — poured the gin and tonic right on her feet.
“Ew!” she shrieked, yanking her feet back so fast she nearly kicked her friend.
She grabbed my sleeve, glaring.
“Did you just dump your drink on my feet?” she snapped.
I turned, full innocent face.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Turbulence. Lost control.”
She opened her mouth to argue — then stopped.
Instead, she muttered under her breath and turned to her friend, who was staring, mouth open.
I caught bits: “disgusting” … “rude” … “she spilled booze on me, gross.”
“She should’ve just asked nicely,” the friend said, dumb.
“Yeah, but I paid for this flight too,” she grumbled. “I deserve comfort.”
“Some people think they’re better than everyone,” her friend said.
They went on. Then the food cart came — she shifted for her meal and accidentally kicked Teddy’s seat.
“I’m so sorry!” she said loud.
“You actually apologized?” her friend giggled.
“Yeah,” she said. “Don’t want hot salmon or whatever landing on my feet.”
Teddy grabbed my hand and laughed.
But guess what? Her feet stayed off his seat the rest of the flight.
“That was wild,” Teddy said, shaking his head, eyes sparkling. “You really showed her.”
“I’m just sick of people thinking they can do whatever,” I said. “Especially when it’s straight-up disrespectful.”
The rest of the flight was quiet. Every time I turned, she shot me a death glare. I just smiled and looked away.
As we descended, she grabbed her bag — saw it was soaked. Face went red. Shot me a look that could kill.
I gave a tiny smile and turned.
“I’m showering first,” Teddy said. “Then crashing.”
“Same,” I said.
When we landed and got off, she shoved past us, muttering to her friend. We took our time, let the crowd thin, then headed out.
As we walked through the terminal, tension melting with every step, Teddy wrapped an arm around me.
“Haven’t seen petty Maeve in a while,” he said, laughing.
“Desperate times,” I said.
Sometimes, a little petty revenge is exactly what you need to make a point.
