On an eight-hour flight home, I, Sutton, was eager to unwind after a hectic business trip. Instead, I encountered Mr. Business Class—an obnoxious man who thought his extra legroom made him superior.

He approached me, offering to show me the joys of business class and even suggesting I sit on his lap. Disgusted, I firmly declined, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. His sleazy behavior was enough to push me to teach him a lesson.

Feigning interest, I told him I’d join him in business class after freshening up. He eagerly awaited, oblivious to my plan. I informed a flight attendant about his behavior, discovering he’d been harassing other women as well.

With her blessing, I took an in-flight blanket and strolled to business class, acting like I was ready to settle in. I then returned to Economy and offered Mr. Business Class’s seat to an elderly lady who’d been cramped in her seat. Her eyes lit up with joy as a flight attendant helped her relocate, leaving Mr. Business Class floundering.

His smirk vanished as he was forced to return to Economy, visibly upset. The elderly woman and I enjoyed the rest of the flight, sharing a laugh as he sat in awkward silence.

When we landed, I saw Mr. Business Class rushing past me, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d taught him a lesson, and it felt great.