I’d always heard about rude celebrities but didn’t believe that reputation until I came across someone like that. This local star tried bullying me out of my comfortable airplane seat, but I had a smart idea on how to make them pay! My plan involved enlisting the help of a pregnant woman.
Traveling first class was a treat I rarely allowed myself, but after months of relentless work, I figured I deserved a little luxury. I’m a 33-year-old woman who’s worked hard to get where I am, and this European getaway was my reward. I envisioned the next few hours filled with comfort, maybe even a glass of champagne to kick things off. But the moment I reached my seat, the dream began to sour.
HE was already sitting there, reclining as if the entire cabin was his private domain. I recognized him instantly! He was a local reality TV star who’d been all over the tabloids for his outrageous demands and diva-like behavior.
Seeing him in person, it was clear that fame hadn’t been kind. He wore sunglasses indoors, and his expression radiated entitlement. Our local celebrity barely glanced at me as I placed my carry-on in the overhead bin, but the coldness in that brief look said it all.
I knew better than to judge someone based on gossip, so I smiled politely and began to settle into my seat next to him. But before I could even sit down or fasten my seatbelt to enjoy the long-haul flight, I heard him snap his fingers!
It was a sound that sent an odd shiver of annoyance down my spine. He was summoning a flight attendant as if he were a king demanding a servant! I could feel his scrutinizing gaze as he waited to be attended to.
“Excuse me,” he began, his voice dripping with disdain, “I need more space. I’m not comfortable with someone sitting next to me. Can you please find her another seat?”
I froze, disbelief washing over me at his complete arrogance. The flight attendant, poor thing, looked caught off guard but quickly recovered, offering me an apologetic glance.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Thames, but the flight is fully booked.”
But the celebrity wasn’t having it!
He turned to me, his lips curling into a smug smile as if he had already won. “DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?” he asked, leaning, the condescension in his tone almost palpable. “I NEED this space. YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO MOVE!” he said dismissively.
I blinked, wondering if he was serious. “I’m aware of who you are,” I replied evenly, keeping my voice calm as I finally sat down and buckled my seat. “I’m sorry, but I paid for this seat just like you, and I’m not going anywhere. I am staying right here,” I said definitely.
His eyes narrowed. Clearly, he wasn’t used to being told no. The flight attendant shifted uncomfortably, glancing between us like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, the air was thick with tension, and I could sense everyone in first class holding their breath, waiting to see how this would play out.
Mr. Thames looked like he was ready to explode in rage! Then, something clicked in my mind, a way to turn the situation on its head. Without another word, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up, pretending to reconsider.
“You know what?” I said with faux thoughtfulness as an idea popped into my head.
“Maybe I WILL move. There’s no point remaining seated where I am not wanted. Let me see if I can find another spot.”
The local celebrity stretched himself out, clearly comfortable with the idea that he’d managed to chase me off. As I was leaving the aisle, I heard him say to the innocent flight attendant, “You may be dismissed, although you really didn’t do much and I will be noting that.”
The celebrity’s triumphant smirk was back, but I wasn’t done yet. I had figured out a more satisfying way to handle the matter with Mr. Thames. A solution that would teach the celebrity a much-needed lesson.
I wandered down the aisle, my mind racing. That’s when I spotted her, a young woman, visibly pregnant, with a toddler balanced on her lap. Her eyes were tired, her posture defeated, as if the mere thought of enduring this flight in the economy section was too much to bear. My heart went out to her instantly.
“Hi,” I said softly, crouching down beside her. She looked up, surprised. “Would you like to switch seats with me? I have a first-class seat up front.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might cry. “Are you serious?!” she asked, disbelief coloring her tone.
“Oh my God, thank you so much!”
She didn’t hesitate! The pregnant woman quickly gathered her things, her movements filled with newfound energy! I helped her carry her bag, and together, we made our way back to first class. As we approached the celebrity, I could see his expression shift from confusion to horror!
The young woman beamed as I pointed her toward the now-empty seat. “Enjoy your flight,” I said warmly. She smiled at me, a genuine, grateful smile that made me feel lighter than I had all day.
But the best part was yet to come! The celebrity’s face twisted in frustration as he realized what had just happened. He was now seated next to a mother with a restless toddler, a far cry from the quiet, spacious seat he’d demanded!
The toddler immediately began to squirm, reaching for the celebrity’s manbag with curious fingers. Mr. Thames looked as though he might implode, his face turning a shade of red that was almost comical!
I couldn’t resist. I gave him a small wave, my smile never faltering. He glared at me, his fury unmistakable, but I felt nothing but satisfaction! It was a silent victory, one that I knew he would stew over for the entire flight!
As I walked away, I heard the pregnant woman address Mr. Thames.
“Hey! Aren’t you that annoying TV star who’s always in the news for all the wrong reasons?” she questioned him. At the corner of my eye, I saw him give her a disgusted glance that said, “How dare you talk to me? And how dare you slander my flawless character.”
But he didn’t respond. I then heard the toddler breaking out into a piercing cry as if she had fallen or hit herself against something. But she was safe in her mother’s lap.
“Hush, Susie!” the parent reprimanded. “Our local celebrity won’t stand for your funny antics on this flight, will you, sir?” she turned and asked Mr. Thames.
I didn’t hear a response and guessed that our local star was beside himself with irritation at being saddled with the busybody seated next to him. I smiled as I continued walking, my carry-on safely in my hand.
I made my way back to the economy section, finding the pregnant woman’s seat that wasn’t nearly as comfortable as first class. But at that moment, I couldn’t care less. As the plane took off, I put away my luggage and settled into my seat.
I felt content as I placed my eye mask on and leaned back, feeling a rare sense of peace. I consoled myself by knowing that the pregnant woman deserved the comfort more than I did. She needed the space and quiet, especially with a baby on the way.
And as for Mr. Thames, well, he got exactly what he asked for! I could only imagine how the restless child would keep him busy for the next several hours! If she didn’t get to him, then the kid’s mother was a handful enough on her own to drive our celebrity crazy!
She didn’t seem like a person with much of a filter when it came to speaking her mind. I figured she’d have a lot of questions for her unwilling neighbor. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Thames would learn that not everything in life could be handed to him on a silver platter.
The hum of the engines lulled me into a comfortable silence, and I chuckled to myself, savoring the sweet taste of poetic justice. Some might call it petty, but I preferred to think of it as teaching a lesson in respect, something we could all use a little more of these days.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Source: thecelebritist.com