The Honeymooners Who Tried to Ruin My Flight – I Gave Them a Taste of Their Own Medicine
Ever been stuck next to seatmates from hell? Let me introduce you to two newlyweds who thought a 14-hour flight was their personal honeymoon getaway. What followed was a chaotic ride where I made sure they learned a valuable lesson in manners.
It was supposed to be a smooth journey, but that wasn’t in the cards for me. Hi, I’m Toby, 35 years old, and this is the tale of how my peaceful flight turned into a 14-hour nightmare. I was looking forward to getting back home to my wife and kid after a long overseas trip. But then, I found myself next to a pair of entitled honeymooners.
I’d treated myself to a premium economy seat, thinking the extra legroom would make the long flight bearable. As soon as I settled in, my seatmate, Dave, spoke up.
“Hey, I hate to ask, but could you switch seats with my wife? We just got married, and, well, we want to sit together,” he said, flashing a grin.
“Congrats!” I said. “But where’s your wife sitting?”
He pointed to the back of the plane. “She’s in economy.”
I wasn’t about to give up the seat I’d paid extra for without a good reason. “I understand, but I really need this space. If you’re willing to cover the extra cost, we can swap.”
Dave’s grin faltered. “A thousand bucks? You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope,” I said, pulling out my earbuds. “That’s the price.”
As I settled in, I heard him mutter, “You’ll regret this.”
I had no idea what kind of trouble was coming my way.
It started with Dave’s incessant coughing. Not just the normal coughs either—these were loud, hacking fits. “You okay there?” I asked.
“Never better,” he wheezed, before coughing up another storm.
Then, without warning, he began blasting an action movie on his tablet—no headphones. The people across the aisle gave him an unimpressed look.
“Mind turning that down?” the guy said.
“Sorry, forgot my headphones. Guess we’ll all have to enjoy it,” Dave grinned.
I was fuming at this point. “Come on, man. This isn’t cool.”
Dave’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Am I making you uncomfortable? Must be tough.”
It didn’t stop there. He managed to make a mess with his snacks, scattering crumbs all over me. “Oops,” he chuckled.
Then, out of nowhere, Lia, his new wife, appeared and plopped herself onto his lap, ignoring the fact that we were on a crowded plane.
The couple started whispering, giggling, and carrying on like there was no one else on board. After an hour of their antics, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I flagged down the flight attendant. “Time for some action,” I muttered to myself.
The attendant approached, and the couple immediately put on their best lovey-dovey act.
“Is there a problem, sir?” the attendant asked.
I let loose. “These two have turned this flight into their honeymoon suite.”
The attendant looked between us, clearly sensing the tension.
I listed off everything: the nonstop coughing, the movie blaring, the snack disaster, and now, Lia sitting on Dave’s lap.
Dave looked defensive. “We’re newlyweds. We just want to be together.”
The attendant was calm but firm. “I understand, but there are rules. You need to follow them.”
Lia tried her charm. “Can’t you make an exception? It’s our wedding day.”
I couldn’t help but quip, “It’s been their ‘wedding day’ for the past hour.”
The attendant didn’t miss a beat. “I’m afraid not. It’s against policy for adults to sit on another’s lap. Please move to your assigned seats.”
Suddenly, Dave and Lia’s carefree demeanor crumbled. “But we paid for these seats,” Dave protested.
“You were moved here as a courtesy,” she replied. “And now you need to follow the rules.”
They were told to head back to economy. As they gathered their things, I couldn’t help but grin. It felt so satisfying to see them deflated after all their disruptive behavior.
I made sure to throw in one last jab. “Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon!” I called out as they shuffled past.
The stewardess turned to me. “Anything else I can help you with, sir?”
I grinned. “A quiet flight and maybe a drink?”
A few minutes later, a mini bottle of whiskey and a can of cola arrived at my seat. “On the house,” the stewardess winked.
The tension melted as nearby passengers nodded approvingly. I raised my glass in a quiet toast: “To peaceful flights and karma.” The group around me cheered.
I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in the back of the plane. Were Dave and Lia stewing, or had they learned their lesson? My musings were interrupted by the captain’s announcement of upcoming turbulence.
The plane began shaking, and I heard a yelp from the back. I looked over my shoulder and saw Dave scrambling to keep his drink from spilling. Karma, indeed.
Later, Lia began causing a scene, claiming an “emergency” bathroom break. She pleaded with the flight attendant to let her go up front, but the attendant held firm.
I couldn’t resist blocking their path when they tried to pass by. “Don’t you two have a seat in the back?” I said, just loud enough for those around me to hear.
Lia shot me a sweet smile, but I wasn’t fooled. “Not so fast,” I said to the attendant. “Aren’t these two supposed to be in economy?”
The attendant, who didn’t know about their previous disruption, seemed uncertain. But as luck would have it, the original stewardess showed up just in time.
“Back to your seats,” she ordered, and within moments, Dave and Lia were heading back to their original seats, visibly embarrassed.
As we descended into Los Angeles, I couldn’t help but feel victorious. The rest of the flight was peaceful, and I was finally ready to see my family.
The stewardess approached me with a warm smile. “Thank you for your patience. Hope you had a comfortable flight despite the earlier issues.”
I gave her a thumbs-up. “Thanks to you, I did. You handled it perfectly.”
I was all set to exit when I caught a glimpse of Dave and Lia, still avoiding eye contact with anyone. For a second, I felt a twinge of sympathy, but that quickly faded as I recalled their rude behavior.
As I passed their row, I couldn’t resist one last remark. “Hope you learned something today. Enjoy the honeymoon!”
Dave shot me a glare, but wisely kept his mouth shut. I walked down the aisle, feeling like a winner.
When I saw my wife and kid at the gate, all thoughts of Dave and Lia vanished. I was finally home.