My husband and I had long dreamed of a vacation, but somehow it never worked out. And finally — a miracle! — we managed to free up a few days. We bought the plane tickets at the very last moment, so we ended up with seats in different rows. I wasn’t particularly upset: the main thing was that we would spend time together at the sea. Well, sitting separately for a couple of hours was no big deal.
I enter the cabin, looking for my seat. I walk past my husband and out of the corner of my eye notice who is sitting next to him. A young girl — about twenty, in ultra-short denim shorts, with bright red lipstick and eyelashes like feather fans.
I’m not the jealous type, so I just smiled to myself: “Well, whatever, let her sit.”
But about half an hour into the flight, I noticed that she was behaving… let’s say, far too freely.
She was flirtingly whispering something to my husband, laughing at every phrase he said, even though he answered only in short phrases. She would “accidentally” touch his hand from time to time, ask him to help her get water, take the bag out from under the seat.
My husband behaved like a gentleman, but with absolutely no interest. And everything would have been fine, but then she threw her long legs onto the back of the seat in front — right in front of my husband’s face, as if deliberately showing off every line of her body.
That’s when I, as they say, snapped. I wasn’t going to tolerate it anymore and I taught that homewrecker a harsh lesson.
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Women, has anything like this ever happened to you? How did you react?
I stood up, slowly walked down the aisle holding a plastic cup of coffee in my hands. I approached their row, smiled sweetly and, leaning toward my husband, kissed him on the cheek. But at the same time… I slightly “miscalculated” the movement of my hand.
— Oh… forgive me, please, — I said almost in a whisper when a hot drop of coffee landed right on her thigh.
The girl jumped up as if stung.
— Are you crazy?! — she screamed so loudly that the passengers turned around. — These are my brand-new shorts!
Still smiling politely, I replied:
— Oh, I definitely noticed the shorts. You spent the whole flight displaying them so diligently that it was hard not to notice. Maybe now you’ll sit like a normal human being?
She snorted, pulled some sweatpants out of her bag, and stomped off to the bathroom to change.
My husband looked at me with that expression that said: “You’re unbelievable.”
And I sat back in my seat and, for the first time during the flight, calmly opened a magazine.