Conceited Passenger Consumed My Airplane Meal, Karma Swiftly Took Action

A woman expected just another regular flight, but a bold action from the passenger next to her changed everything. The journey took an unexpected turn for both of them. Boarding a flight from New York to Los Angeles, I anticipated a calm and uneventful trip. As a 35-year-old marketing consultant, frequent travel was part of my job, and I had learned to handle airports and flights efficiently.This time, I was heading to an important conference in LA, with a tight connection to San Diego for a pre-conference meeting. I had meticulously planned every detail, including choosing an aisle seat for a swift exit. Upon reaching my row, I saw the man in the window seat already settled in.

He appeared to be in his early 40s, exuding an air of importance in his pressed shirt and polished shoes. He frequently checked his expensive watch, seemingly annoyed by my presence when I took my seat. I just wanted a peaceful flight to review my notes. However, my straightforward trip soon turned into a mini-nightmare,

When dinner was served, I realized I hadn’t eaten all day and was starving. The smell of the food made my stomach growl with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to eat, review my notes, and possibly take a short nap before landing. But then I needed to use the restroom. I checked to see how far the food cart was, and since it was still a few rows away, I hurried to the back of the plane, trying not to disturb my seatmate.

To my dismay, I found a long line waiting for the restroom. I anxiously checked my watch as the minutes passed, and I grew increasingly impatient. By the time I finally returned to my seat, my meal tray was gone, and the man next to me was happily devouring his second meal.

I asked if they had served my meal while I was away, but he merely shrugged and smirked, claiming he didn’t want it to go to waste since I was gone too long. Stunned, I couldn’t believe someone would do such a thing.

When I asked the flight attendant if any meals were left, she apologized and offered me a small bag of pretzels instead. I felt defeated, watching as the man polished off both meals and then fell asleep, clearly satisfied. While munching on pretzels, I tried to focus on my work, glancing at the man snoring beside me. My stomach protested, but I reminded myself I had a tight connection to catch.

As we began our descent into LA, the flight attendants made announcements about landing and connecting flights. When the plane landed, I grabbed my bag, eager to rush to my next gate. But just as I stood up, an announcement came: there was a last-minute gate change for my connecting flight.

I glanced at my seatmate, still asleep, and debated whether to wake him. He had eaten my meal, but I couldn’t just leave him to miss his flight. I gently nudged him, but he didn’t stir. I nudged him harder, but he merely mumbled and turned away.

Realizing I had to go, I left him behind and hurried off the plane. The terminal was crowded, and I navigated through the throngs of people to reach my new gate just in time to board. Once I arrived in San Diego and met my colleagues, one of them mentioned seeing someone who looked familiar at LAX. She described a disheveled man who had just woken up and was arguing with a gate agent because he missed his flight.

I couldn’t help but smile when I realized it was my seatmate. I told my colleague how he had eaten my meal while I was in the restroom and had slept through the gate change. She agreed that it was a perfect example of karma in action.

As I settled in for my meeting, I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that while I made it on time, Mr. Important was stuck in LA, likely regretting his choice to indulge in both meals. Sometimes, what goes around really does come around.

Man Storms Church after Priest’s Words, ‘Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace’ & Yells, ‘Stop It!’

As Noah and Alice prepare for their upcoming wedding, Noah grows suspicious of the new lavish purchases that Alice has made—items that are above their pay grade. Later, a mysterious man disrupts their wedding. Who is he, and what does he want?

After three years together, Alice and I were finally getting married. Initially, we didn’t care about having a big wedding—we just wanted the day to be a culmination of our love story, a day where we’d stand before our family and friends.

A wedding invitation and RSVP card | Source: Pexels

A wedding invitation and RSVP card | Source: Pexels

And yet, despite everything unfolding perfectly, a cloud of unease had settled over me, one that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the recent changes I’d noticed in Alice.

“I just can’t wait for our big day,” Alice gushed over breakfast one morning. “I have a few surprises, but nothing set in stone yet.”

I had no clue what she was talking about, but I figured it would be worth it—Alice was always trying to make things special in her own way.

After three years together, Alice and I were finally getting married. Initially, we didn’t care about having a big wedding—we just wanted the day to be a culmination of our love story, a day where we’d stand before our family and friends.

A wedding invitation and RSVP card | Source: Pexels

A wedding invitation and RSVP card | Source: Pexels

And yet, despite everything unfolding perfectly, a cloud of unease had settled over me, one that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the recent changes I’d noticed in Alice.

“I just can’t wait for our big day,” Alice gushed over breakfast one morning. “I have a few surprises, but nothing set in stone yet.”

I had no clue what she was talking about, but I figured it would be worth it—Alice was always trying to make things special in her own way.

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A couple eating breakfast in bed | Source: Pexels

But then, in the weeks leading up to our wedding, Alice acquired several expensive accessories—a branded bag, designer shoes, and even a pair of enormous diamond earrings. It all seemed out of reach for us.

We’d always been practical about our finances, understanding our limitations. So, when I saw these designer items, I couldn’t help but question how Alice could afford them.

I asked her about it—I didn’t want to begin a new life with Alice without knowing.

“Are you sure we can afford this?” I asked, holding up the shopping bag, its content a silent accusation.

A pair of bridal shoes and earrings | Source: Pexels

A pair of bridal shoes and earrings | Source: Pexels

Alice had been gone for most of the day, with her phone set to silent. I didn’t know where she had been, and my mind ran marathons. For a moment, I assumed the worst—that Alice was seeing someone else, someone who had splurged on luxury items.

“I got a bonus at work, Noah,” she said. “I just want to be perfect for our wedding. I want to go all out for this one day in my life.”

Alice smiled at me, a slow and reassuring smile.

I believed her. Of course, I did.

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A woman smiling at the camera | Source: Pexels

Her explanation eased my worries, temporarily silencing the nagging voice in my head. And I was grateful because I wouldn’t willingly get married to Alice while nursing these treacherous thoughts.

As the ceremony began, Alice looked radiant, the very image of happiness, yet her eyes occasionally drifted to the hall’s entrance.

We stood there, listening to the priest speak about love and commitment inside and outside of marriage. Alice’s hand, tucked inside mine, grew sweatier as he spoke.

She continued to glance at the entrance the entire time.

“Are you okay?” I murmured to her. “What’s wrong?”

Alice shook her head slightly and smiled ahead at the priest.

A priest holding the bride and groom | Source: Pexels

A priest holding the bride and groom | Source: Pexels

We went ahead and said our vows, Alice’s eyes still flickering to the door.

Who did she expect to show up? I wondered.

The priest’s voice echoed through the venue once more—a solemn call for any objections to our marriage.

“If anyone here has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence reigned, causing me to smile.

But it was shattered within seconds by the dramatic entrance of a man whose presence immediately caused Alice’s face to light up in a way that I hadn’t seen throughout the entire ceremony.

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A man wearing a suit | Source: Pexels

Every muscle in my body seized.

“Stop it!” the man boomed. “Stop the ceremony!”

Alice gasped, clasping her hands to her chest.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting the ceremony! I know I’m late, Father,” he said. “But please, let me just walk my little girl down the aisle. I’ve broken all promises to her, but this one, I can’t.”

Our guests murmured, their shock evident. Alice’s mother was on her feet, her hands clutching Alice’s bouquet tightly.

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A shocked woman wearing blue | Source: Pexels

“Alice, is that…?” I began, my voice trailing off as the reality of the situation dawned on me.

Of course. Alice had the man’s eyes, and his chin. It was clear.

“Yes,” she whispered. “That’s my dad.”

Her father, a man who had been more absent than present in her life, had chosen this moment to fulfill a promise, to be there for his daughter when it mattered the most.

“Shall I carry on?” the priest asked me.

“No, let’s do the walk again,” I smiled.

A bride holding her father's hand | Source: Pexels

A bride holding her father’s hand | Source: Pexels

As her father took her arm, guiding her toward me, I saw Alice in a new light. She finally looked like a bride who had been waiting for this day.

She beamed.

We began the ceremony again. This time, Alice laughed through her vows and cried through mine.

Afterward, her father embraced me tightly.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for looking after my girl.”

Later, when Alice and I were in our rented car, being driven off to the airport for our honeymoon, she told me everything.

A bride and groom sitting in a car | Source: Pexels

A bride and groom sitting in a car | Source: Pexels

It turned out that Alice had reached out to her father a few weeks before the wedding. They had been speaking on and off over the years, but when it came down to our wedding—she just wanted him to walk her down the aisle.

“My dad bought me the handbag,” she admitted. “But the shoes and earrings were from my bonus.”

I’m not sure if my father-in-law plans on being a part of our lives, but I do know that I’m grateful he walked Alice down the aisle.

“Maybe he’ll stick around,” she said later when we were sipping on champagne.

Maybe he will.

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A person holding a glass of champagne | Source: Pexels

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