An affluent man becomes displeased with being seated next to a corpulent woman in first class and begins to voice his complaints to the flight attendant.
The instant James Courtney spotted the woman seated beside him on the flight, he knew it was going to be a rough one. She was enormous! With her seated next him, how in the world was he going to travel in comfort?
The woman took a seat, jabbing at James with her elbow as she fastened her seat belt. “Observe it!” She turned to face James as he aggressively yelled at her.
She sobbed, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please pardon me.”
“Pardon me?” sarcastically questioned James. Or pardon the three thousand doughnuts you consumed to reach that weight?
The woman gave him a startled gasp, and James noticed that she was rather young with a weak but sweet face. He was inspired to scoff, “Lady, you need to book TWO seats when you travel!”
The woman’s eyes welled up with tears, but James was in the mood, especially after noticing how cheap and dated her clothes were and how worn out her shoes were.
“I assume your entire budget goes on nachos and hot dogs, right?” he asked. So you’re not able to afford two seats? The next time you pass the hat, I’m sure everyone on the plane will be quite giving!
The woman turned to face the window, and James saw the tears streaming down her cheeks in the reflection. He said, “Listen.” “I’m sure my friend who owns a clinic down in Mexico would give you a liposuction for a lot less money!”
By the time James felt his discomfort from being pressed up against her soft weight had subsided, the young woman’s shoulders were quivering with sobs. He thus requested a Martini when the bartender arrived with the drinks cart.
In his best James Bond voice, he said, “Shaken, not stirred,” and then, “I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink.”
The attractive attendant gave him a snide look while pressing her lips together tightly. Next, she spoke to the woman seated beside her. “Madam, what would you like to drink?”
With a nod, the woman dabbed at her eyes. “Please, give me a diet Coke.”
James sneered. “Don’t you think a diet Coke would be a little late in the game?” Though James felt a slight glow upon realizing he’d upset both the flight attendant and the woman, they both chose to ignore him.
While the woman next to him sipped her diet Coke, he reclined and bit on an olive and sipped his Martini. With a shudder, he realized she would eventually need to use the restroom and would be squeezing by him.
Shortly after he had finished his last drink, the flight attendant arrived carrying food. She placed a lovely tray in front of him and another one in front of the passenger next him.
“Are you certain that will suffice?” The flight attendant was asked by James, “Why do you think it would take a village to feed this lady?”
Disregarding him, the flight attendant continued serving the other first-class customers. “She really was impolite, wasn’t that?” James questioned the person seated beside him, saying, “I think I’ll complain about her.”
However, the other traveler disregarded him as well, and James proceeded to enjoy the genuinely superb meal. When the flight attendant returned, he was finishing the last of his wine, and she was beaming.
“Pardon me,” she began. “The captain would love to have you come up to the cockpit. He’s a big fan.”
After being startled, James noticed that the large woman sitting next to him was being spoken to by the flight attendant. She was flushing, nodding, and smiling. This implied that James needed to stand up and give her space.
After guiding the woman off of the aircraft, James resumed his seat. He expected to be forwarding a good deal of venomous emails concerning the first class service and conditions on the company’s flights to the management.
When the captain’s voice came over the speakers, he was mentally crafting some great diatribes. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. One of us is a celebrity! You will recognize the voice if, like me, you are an avid listener of “I Love Opera.”
When a beautiful voice began singing a few bars of a well-known aria in the cabin, the other passengers began to applaud and make joyful comments to one another. “That’s correct,” declared the captain. “We’re flying with the lovely Miss Allison Jones to perform a charity concert for world hunger.”
James winced as the entire aircraft broke into spontaneous applause. The flight attendant then approached. “Listen up, buster,” she replied in a harsh, icy tone. “I’m putting you in economy if you upset that girl again, no matter how many millions you have.”
James noticed the sparkle in the flight attendant’s eye as he opened his mouth to object. “I apologize,” he muttered.
“You don’t have to apologize to me!” said she.
After some time, Allison Jones, the large woman, reappeared, grinning and signing autographs for the other travelers. James shot to his feet to give her room to sit.
He smiled his most endearing smile and said, “Listen.” “I apologize if I offended you a little; I didn’t know who you were.”
James saw that Allison had the most stunning eyes when she turned to face him. It makes no difference who I am. Never, ever treat someone that way! Furthermore, you’re not sorry. If I wasn’t sort of famous, would you even be saying sorry? I mean, I can’t control my weight, but you can alter your mindset. Give up passing judgment on others.
James stopped talking, lowered himself back into his chair, and remained silent until their arrival in Portland.
Conceited Woman Harassed Me in the Grocery Store, Shortly After, Karma Delivered Her a Public Lesson
One day, an angry woman stormed into a small grocery store, directing her frustration at a young cashier. The tension in the air grew thick as customers watched the drama unfold, but just when it seemed she would get away with her outburst, an unexpected twist left her humiliated.
The grocery store was cozy and familiar, with regulars like Mrs. Johnson, an elderly woman who always bought whole grain bread and flowers to remind herself of beauty in the world. The day began like any other for the cashier, who greeted customers while mentally counting down the hours until her shift ended.
Suddenly, the automatic doors swung open, and in walked a woman in her late thirties. Her hair was messy, and she wore a scowl as she marched toward the cashier. Following her was a small boy, who looked scared as he clutched his mother’s hand.
The woman confronted the cashier, angrily demanding to know why there were no organic apples available. The cashier apologized, explaining that there had been a supply shortage. The woman did not want to hear it and continued to berate the cashier, making a scene that drew the attention of everyone in the store, including the manager.
As the woman leaned in, threatening to ruin the cashier’s job with bad reviews, her son timidly suggested that they didn’t really need the apples. Instead of calming down, she snapped at him to stay quiet. The atmosphere in the store became increasingly uncomfortable as other customers observed the confrontation.
Just as the woman seemed ready to storm out, she turned to leave, but the automatic doors malfunctioned and wouldn’t open. She collided with them, creating a loud noise that silenced the store. Everyone stared, waiting to see what would happen next. Her face turned bright red, a mix of embarrassment and anger.
As she stood there in shock, her son tugged on her sleeve, gently telling her that she had been mean to the cashier and should apologize. His quiet yet firm words caught everyone’s attention. The woman’s tough demeanor softened for a moment, and it seemed she might finally admit she was wrong.
However, pride took over. Instead of apologizing, she mumbled something under her breath that didn’t sound sincere and hurriedly dragged her son out of the store once the doors finally opened.
The store buzzed back to life, but a strange silence lingered. The manager approached the cashier, asking if she was okay. She nodded, relieved but still processing what had just happened.
As the cashier resumed her work, she couldn’t help but wonder how the woman and her son would discuss the incident on their way home. Would the mother acknowledge her behavior, or would she dismiss it?
She hoped that the boy, Tommy, would remember the moment and learn the importance of admitting when you’re wrong. Perhaps he would grow up understanding that saying sorry is a sign of strength, not weakness, and that small acts of courage matter in everyday life.
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