During a flight home, Crystal and her husband, Alton, find themselves dealing with a frustrating passenger who keeps kicking the back of Alton’s seat.

Despite repeated requests for her to stop, the behavior continues—so Crystal takes it upon herself to put an end to it.

I was on a flight with my husband last night.

We boarded and sat down, and I soon realized that this woman in the row behind us had her bare feet up on my husband’s seat.

She was there with one of her friends. So my husband turned around and said something like, “Uh, do you think you could put your feet down?”

I think they said something in response, but I didn’t hear it, and the woman’s feet didn’t go down.

A few minutes later, my husband said, “Hey, will you get your feet off my chair? It’s extremely rude.” And still, she didn’t budge.

So I told my husband that he should find a flight attendant and get them to talk to this woman.

He did exactly that, and after a couple of minutes, a flight attendant came and talked to the woman.

She was obviously pretty peeved but begrudgingly agreed to put her feet down.

After the flight attendant left, she put her feet right back up.

At this point, I got angry.

Why is it so important to you that you have your feet up on someone’s chair? You’re just being a brat.

I decided to teach her a lesson.

I could hear the beverage trolley making its way down the aisle.

“What can I get you?” the flight attendant asked.

“I’ll take a gin and tonic,” Alton said without hesitation.

“And I’ll have a bottle of water,” I said.

I unscrewed the cap slowly, and without taking a sip.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just trust me,” I replied.

I leaned back in my seat nonchalantly and tilted the bottle, letting half of the water spill onto the woman’s bag, which was stuck between her seat and my husband’s.

The liquid soaked into the fabric quickly, leaving a dark stain.

Yet, she still hadn’t noticed what I’d done.

Then, I reached for the rest of my husband’s drink.

“Crystal,” he chuckled. “I know exactly what you’re about to do.”

“Then let me do it,” I declared.

I put my hand through the armrest and aimed directly for her feet.

I emptied the drink.

“Ew!” the woman shrieked, jerking her feet back so fast that she nearly kicked her friend.

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