While Crystal and her husband, Alton, are on a flight home, they encounter an annoying passenger who continuously kicks against Alton’s seat. After asking her to stop numerous times, Crystal decides to take matters into her own hands.

I was on a flight with my husband last night. We were finally on our way back home after spending a week with his parents.

I couldn’t wait to be back in my own bed.

“I’ve missed our shower the most,” Alton said. “Mom and dad’s place is okay, but our water pressure is unbeatable.”

We boarded and everything seemed like it would be a smooth journey.

“Come, I’ll take your bags, Crystal,” Alton said, taking my backpack.

Finally, we settled into our seats, and soon after, the hum of the engines was the comforting white noise I needed to dose off on the flight.

But as I was pushing my seat back, I noticed something that immediately set my teeth on edge. The woman in the row behind us had her bare feet up on my husband’s seat.

“Why?” I muttered to myself at the same time the woman kicked Alton’s seat.

She was chatting animatedly with her friend, completely oblivious to how rude she was being.

I glanced at my husband, hoping that he’d do something. He’s usually so patient, but this was too much even for him.

“Uh, do you think you could put your feet down?” he asked, turning around to face the woman.

She glanced at him, exchanged a few words with her friend, and then laughed. I couldn’t hear exactly what she said, but it was clear that her feet weren’t going anywhere.

Then, it was time for the in-flight safety protocol, so we all sat upright and paid attention for a few moments.

But a few minutes later, the woman began chatting again, her feet constantly pushing into my husband’s seat.

Alton turned around again, his voice firmer this time.

“Hey, will you get your feet off my chair? It’s quite an annoyance now.”

Of course, the woman didn’t even bother to respond this time. She just rolled her eyes and continued her conversation, her feet firmly planted onto his seat.

I could see my husband’s shoulders tense up.

This was going to be a long flight.

“Honey, why don’t you find a flight attendant?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice calm.

I didn’t want to step in yet. And I knew Alton didn’t want me to step in either. We both knew how petty and ridiculous I could be if I was called to it.