When an entitled businessman, Todd, boards a flight and begins berating the flight attendant, his arrogance hits a new low when he demands she clean his shoes mid-flight. But karma strikes fast when a powerful stranger steps in, flipping the script in a shocking twist.
I settled into my first-class seat, grateful for the perk of a free upgrade after a grueling week of business meetings.
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The quiet hum of the cabin was a welcome respite from the chaos of the airport. I closed my eyes, ready to savor these moments of peace before takeoff.
But the universe had other plans.
The unmistakable sound of expensive shoes on the carpet caught my attention. I cracked open an eye to see a man strutting down the aisle like he owned the plane.
Everything about him screamed “I’m better than you,” from his perfectly tailored suit to the designer sunglasses perched on his nose.
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Even in first class, he stood out.
As he approached his seat across the aisle from me, I caught the eye of Samantha, our flight attendant. She gave me a warm smile, but I noticed a flicker of… something in her eyes. Resignation? She’d clearly dealt with his type before.
“Welcome aboard, sir,” Samantha said, her voice professional and pleasant. “Can I help you with your bag?”
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The man (I’d later learn his name was Todd) barely glanced at her.
“It’s fine,” he muttered, shoving his carry-on into the overhead bin with more force than necessary.
I sighed internally. It was going to be one of those flights.
As the rest of the passengers filed in, Todd made himself comfortable, spreading out like a peacock. He snapped his fingers at Samantha, who was helping an elderly woman to her seat.
“Hey, you,” he barked. “I need a drink.”
A man on a plane | Source: Midjourney
Samantha finished assisting the woman before turning to Todd with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Of course, sir. What can I get for you?”
Todd didn’t even look up from his phone. “Scotch. Make it fast.”
I watched as Samantha’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “I’ll get that for you right away, sir.”
A few minutes later, she returned with his drink. Todd took one sip and wrinkled his nose like a toddler presented with broccoli.
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“This tastes horrible,” he spat. “You call this service? Get me another one.”
Samantha’s face remained a mask of calm, but I could see the strain around her eyes. “I’ll be right back, sir,” she replied before heading off to prepare another drink.
When she returned with the second scotch, Todd didn’t even bother to thank her. Instead, he looked down at his shoes, which had the tiniest speck of dust on them. What happened next made my blood boil.
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Todd kicked his foot out towards Samantha and sneered, “While you’re at it, clean my shoes! You’re here to serve me, aren’t you?”
The entire cabin went silent. I felt my fingernails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists.
Samantha froze for a moment, and I could see the muscles in her jaw working as she forced a smile. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not able to assist with that.”
Todd scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Then what are you here for?”
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“You should be thankful someone like me is even flying with this airline,” he continued. “The least you can do is keep the drinks coming and make yourself useful. Who knows? I might even tip you.”
I nearly choked. Tip her? On a plane? Who did this guy think he was?
Samantha, ever the professional, just nodded and walked away, probably to keep herself from saying something she’d regret.
As she passed by my seat, I caught her eye and mouthed, “I’m so sorry.” She gave me a small, grateful smile before continuing down the aisle.
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The flight took off, and Todd’s behavior only got worse. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion: horrifying, yet impossible to look away from. Every few minutes, he’d find something new to complain about, each grievance more ridiculous than the last.
“Hey!” Todd’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the engines. “It’s freezing in here. Do something about it!”
Samantha appeared at his side, ever patient. “I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable, sir. I’ll adjust the temperature for this section.”
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But of course, that wasn’t good enough for Todd. “Well, don’t just stand there. Get me a blanket. And make it snappy!”
I watched as Samantha retreated to fetch the demanded blanket, her shoulders tight with tension. Across the aisle, an older gentleman caught my eye and shook his head in disbelief.
No sooner had Samantha returned with the blanket than Todd was onto his next complaint. “This Wi-Fi is garbage,” he growled, jabbing at his tablet. “I’m trying to do important business here. Can’t you make it go faster?”
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“I apologize, sir,” Samantha replied, her voice strained but professional. “Unfortunately, the Wi-Fi speed is affected by our altitude and location. We don’t have control over-“
“Excuses!” Todd interrupted. “I pay good money for this seat. I expect better service.”
A woman a few rows ahead turned around, glaring daggers at Todd. For a moment, I thought she might say something, but she just huffed and turned back around.
The litany of complaints continued. Todd’s seat wasn’t comfortable enough. His drink wasn’t cold enough. The lighting was too bright, then too dim. At one point, he even had the audacity to complain about the angle of his tray table.
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“This thing is crooked,” he snapped, gesturing at the perfectly level surface. “How am I supposed to work like this?”
Samantha leaned in to examine the tray. “It appears to be level, sir. Is there something specific that’s bothering you about it?”
Todd rolled his eyes dramatically. “Of course you can’t see it. Just get me the captain. Maybe he can do something about this incompetence.”
I could almost hear the collective intake of breath from the surrounding passengers. The tension in the cabin was palpable, a rubber band stretched to its limit.
First-class passengers on a plane | Source: Midjourney
That’s when I noticed movement a few rows back. A tall man in his mid-50s stood up, adjusting his casual blazer. He made his way towards Todd, and I found myself holding my breath.
“Todd?” the man said, his voice deep and commanding. “I thought that was you.”
Todd’s head snapped up, and I swear I saw all the color drain from his face. “Mr. Harris!” he squeaked, scrambling to his feet. “I… I didn’t know you were on this flight.”
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Mr. Harris, who was clearly Todd’s boss, smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Evidently not,” he said coolly. “I’ve been enjoying quite the show from my seat back there.”
Todd’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Sir, I can explain–”
Mr. Harris held up a hand, cutting him off. “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary, Todd. Your behavior has been… illuminating.”
I couldn’t help but lean in, trying to catch every word of this exchange.
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Around me, I noticed other passengers doing the same, all of us united in our schadenfreude.
“Tell me, Todd,” Mr. Harris continued, his voice deceptively calm, “do you think this is how we expect our employees to conduct themselves? Berating service staff, making unreasonable demands, acting as though the world revolves around you?”
Todd opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. “I… I was just…”
“You were just embarrassing yourself and, by extension, our company,” Mr. Harris finished for him, adjusting his cufflinks.
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“I’m curious, do you treat your colleagues this way? Your subordinates?”
Todd’s face had gone from pale to a sickly shade of green. “Of course not, sir,” he mumbled.
Mr. Harris raised an eyebrow. “No? Then why do you think it’s acceptable to treat the hardworking staff of this airline any differently?” He paused, letting the question hang in the air.
“You know, Todd, since you seem so concerned about cleanliness, perhaps you’d like to shine your own shoes when we land. After all, isn’t that what you’re here for? To be useful?”
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I had to bite my lip to keep from cheering out loud. Around me, I could see other passengers struggling to contain their glee.
“Mr. Harris, please,” Todd stammered, “I promise it won’t happen again.”
His boss fixed him with a steely gaze. “You’re right about that, Todd. When we land, you and I are going to have a very serious conversation about your future with the company. Or rather, your lack thereof.”
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With that, Mr. Harris turned on his heel and walked back to his seat, leaving Todd standing there, shell-shocked and humiliated.
For the rest of the flight, Todd was a changed man. He sat quietly, avoiding eye contact with everyone. When Samantha came by to collect trash, he mumbled a barely audible “thank you” without looking up.
As we began our descent, I caught Samantha’s eye again. This time, her smile was genuine, reaching all the way to her eyes. I gave her a little thumbs up, and she winked in return.
Little Boy Brings Food To Beggar & His Dog Daily, One Day Boy Sees Dog Barking On His Doorstep – Story Of The Day
A policeman’s son befriends a homeless man and his dog and brings them food every day. Then the dog appears unexpectedly and alerts him to an injustice.At twelve, Brian Devlin was small for his age, and not very athletic. His father, Gary, didn’t really understand his shy, bookish son. His son was nothing like him…
He had been a tall, strapping, boisterous boy, always up to his ears in mischief. Gary tried to build his son’s self-confidence, but the harder he tried, the more Brian seemed to pull away.
Brian was smart, that Gary couldn’t deny, and he had a scholarship at a prestigious private college on the other side of town. The boy was scared of taking a bus, but since the school was close to his work, Gary picked him up every afternoon.
Gary was a desk Sargeant at the local precinct, and by the time his work ended at 5:00 p.m., the school day was long over. In the winter, Brian waited in the library and did his homework. But in the summer, he sat on the school steps and waited for his dad, soaking up the sunshine.
One afternoon, when Gary arrived, Brian wasn’t on the steps. He was outside the school gates petting a dog. Brian looked up at his dad with a happy grin.
Don’t make assumptions about people before you know who they are.
“Look, Dad,” he cried, then he said to the dog, “Dance!”
The dog hopped up onto its back legs and did a little jig, front paws up in the air and its tongue lolling out happily.
“Isn’t that so cool?” the boy asked.
“Yes,” Gary said, surprised by the enthusiasm Brian was showing. “Whose dog is that?”
“It’s Carl’s,” Brain said, and pointed at a man sitting on the pavement and leaning back against the school fence. The man was in his forties and he was clearly homeless.
A ragged bundle of blankets lay on the ground next to him, and he was unshaven. The dog, however, was well cared for. It was a Golden Retriever, and its fur was groomed and gleaming.
The man shrank back when Gary looked at him, so he said to his son, “Come on, now, it’s time to go.”
On the way home, Gary said, “Listen, Brian, I want you to stay away from that man and his dog, OK?”
“Carl’s OK and I love Goblin!” Brian protested.
“Goblin?” Gary asked. “Is that the dog’s name? Well, I’m sure Goblins’ a good dog, but I don’t want you befriending vagrants, Brian. Do you understand?”
“But dad…” Brian protested.
“Not another word,” Gary snapped.
The next day, when Gary came to fetch Brian, the boy was studiously sitting on the steps reading a book, but that night, his wife co
mplained that half a roast chicken was missing.
“I don’t understand!” she cried. “I set it aside to make sandwiches for Brian’s lunch and now it’s gone!”
Gary looked over at Brian and the boy looked so innocent that he was immediately suspicious. Was Brian taking food to school for that vagrant and his dog?
Gary started keeping an eye on the pantry and noticed that tins of sausages kept vanishing. He now knew that his son was stealing so he could feed the dog and the homeless man every day. Gary felt a pang.
His son, who had such difficulty making human friends, had bonded with the dog. It was a pity it belonged to a vagrant, a man who might be dangerous.
Two days later, Gary got off work early and when he arrived at the school, he caught Brian outside the gates. He had a bag in his hand and he was saying: “Hey guys, I have your favorite spaghetti, Carl. And for you boy, your favorite sausages!”
“BRIAN!” he thundered. “What are you doing?”
The boy looked up at him, and for the first time, Gary saw fear in his son’s eyes. Immediately he felt a surge of anger
It was this derelict’s fault that his son was afraid of him! He stepped forward and clenched his fists. “Get away from that man,” Gary shouted. “Get into the car!”
That night, Gary and his wife sat down and talked to Brian about the dangers of befriending strange men. Brian shrugged it off. “Dad, I know about stranger danger and bad touching. Carl is NOT like that, he’s nice. You can tell he’s a good person because Goblin loves him so much, and Goblin’s the BEST, smartest dog.”
“Brian,” Gary said quietly. “I’m sure Goblin’s a great dog, but you know what? Hitler had a great dog and he loved him, and I’m sure the dog loved him back. A good dog does NOT make this vagrant a good person. Please stay away from him, Brian!”
“NO!” shouted Brian, and he pushed back his chair. “Carl is my friend and I love Goblin! Why do you always have to spoil everything? I HATE YOU!”
That night, Gary made a decision. He was going to solve this problem his own way…
That Saturday, Brian woke up early to the sound of anxious barking. He thought sleepily, “That sounds just like Goblin!”
Brain jumped out of bed and looked out of his window. It WAS Goblin, and he was standing on the porch barking anxiously and looking very unhappy.
“Goblin!” Brian cried as he opened the door, and immediately the dog ran to him. Goblin put his head in Brian’s lap and started whining. “What’s wrong, boy? Where’s Carl?”
But the dog just whined and shivered so Brian decided to do something he’d always been afraid to do before — go to his dad’s work and ask for his help.
Gary was stunned when he saw Brian at the precinct with the dog by his side. “Brian!” he gasped. “What are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“Dad!” he cried. “I think something bad happened to Carl. Goblin came looking for me and he’s very scared…” But Goblin wasn’t looking scared, he was looking up at Brian’s dad and growling.
Brian had never heard Goblin growl before. “Dad!” he asked. “What have you done?”
Gary flushed. “Carl was loitering near a school and he was warned off twice, so we arrested him!”
“But dad!” Brain cried. “He did nothing wrong! He’s not well, he needs help…You don’t know anything about him! He’s a veteran and he was in the bomb squad and he worked with sniffer dogs to find explosives. That’s why Goblin’s so well trained. He’s a good man and you arrested him because he’s sick!”
“He’s not SICK!” Gary cried angrily. “He’s a bum!”
Brian had tears in his eyes. “No, dad,” he said softly. “He doesn’t drink or anything, and most of the time he talks to people who aren’t there. He needs help.”
Gary was ashamed of himself, mostly because he couldn’t admit that there was a part of him that was jealous of Carl and his easy friendship with his son.
He did some investigating and discovered that Carl had a sister in a neighboring state who had been looking for him for years. He contacted Carl’s sister and she was overjoyed.
She took Carl home and enrolled him in an outpatient mental health clinic immediately. Goblin went too, of course. Brian missed Carl, but mostly he missed Goblin.
Then one day his dad came home with a big grin on his face and a strange lump under his jacket. He lifted out a wriggling puppy and presented it to Brian. “There you go,” he said. “You have to name him!”
Brian started crying, he was so happy. “Goblin,” he gasped. “His name is Goblin Two!”
What can we learn from this story?
Don’t make assumptions about people before you know who they are. Gary assumed Carl was a drunk and a danger before he knew anything about him.
Kindness and compassion are the greatest of virtues. Brian’s empathy led him to befriend Carl, and he helped him find his way back home.
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