Ever had seatmates from hell? Meet the newlyweds who turned my 14-hour flight into a nightmare. They thought the plane was their honeymoon suite, but when they pushed too far, I decided it was time for some turbulence of my own making to deliver an unforgettable lesson in airplane etiquette.
I’m Toby, 35, and this is my story. On a long flight home, I found myself next to Dave, a newlywed who wanted me to switch my premium economy seat with his wife, sitting in the back. I politely declined, having paid extra for the comfort. His face darkened, and he muttered, “You’ll regret this.”
The torment began: Dave’s loud coughing fits, blasting a movie without headphones, and scattering pretzel crumbs everywhere. His wife, Lia, joined him, and their PDA was unbearable. After an hour of this, I’d had enough.
I flagged down a flight attendant and explained the situation. She firmly instructed Lia to return to her seat, and warned Dave about their disruptive behavior. They reluctantly complied, but later tried to sneak to the front again during some turbulence. The attendant quickly intervened, sending them back to their seats.
As the plane landed, I gathered my things, feeling victorious. Passing their row, I couldn’t resist a final jab: “Hope you guys learned something today. Enjoy your honeymoon!”
I exited the plane, spotting my wife and kid waiting. The ordeal faded away—I was home, and that was all that mattered.
