23/08/2025
Years of being a flight attendant hadn't prepared me for this experience!
The trip to Seattle began typically. In seat 3A was a young man—there was something unsettling about him. The way he looked at me, as though I was just an object, sent chills down my spine. That look—every woman knows it, the reason for carrying pepper spray. Disgusting.
I held on to my professionalism and remained calm. After a series of degrading remarks he masked as "compliments," he asked me out once we landed. I declined. That’s when things took a turn for the worse.
He started shouting at me, hurling insults, treating me like a servant. At one point, he purposefully tossed peanuts onto the floor and curtly told me to pick them up. I put up with it. Suddenly, he splashed a cup of hot tea on me without warning. The tea didn’t burn, but the humiliation was intense. He laughed, and not a single passenger stood up for me. After landing, I locked myself in the restroom and cried for an hour, just hoping to forget the day.
I used my days off in Seattle and headed to my mom’s house. She welcomed me with pancakes and looked surprised. I quipped, "What, making pancakes for someone else?"
But the nervous expression she wore suggested something else.
"Honey… I—I thought you’d arrive later."
Footsteps sounded from upstairs. I turned—and froze.
There, wearing my mom’s robe and grinning, was THAT SAME GUY FROM THE PLANE!!!👇👇
