22/09/2025
I’d always heard whispers about certain celebrities being rude, but I never really believed them… until I had my own encounter.
A few months ago, I decided to treat myself. After years of hard work, I booked a first-class ticket for my European vacation. I’m 33, and I figured—why not? I imagined a quiet flight, a glass of champagne, and maybe a movie or two.
But the second I got to my seat, my little luxury daydream shattered.
Sitting there like he owned the place was Mr. Thames—a reality TV star infamous for his bad behavior. Sunglasses on indoors, legs stretched out, oozing entitlement. I decided not to judge based on his reputation, smiled politely, and started to sit down.
Before I could even buckle up, he snapped his fingers at the flight attendant.
“I need more space,” he said, as if he were ordering a coffee. “I can’t have someone sitting next to me. Find her another seat.”
The attendant, clearly uncomfortable, explained the flight was full. But Mr. Thames turned to me with that smug, “Do you know who I am?” look.
“Yes,” I said calmly. “And I’m still not moving. I paid for this seat.”
He didn’t like that answer. At all.
Then an idea popped into my head. I leaned back and said, “You know what? Maybe I will move. No point sitting where I’m not wanted.”
His smug little smile returned. He stretched out, clearly thinking he’d won. But I wasn’t heading to economy just yet—I had a plan.
Walking down the aisle, I spotted her. A very pregnant woman, juggling a restless toddler, looking like she was already running on fumes. I stopped and asked, “Would you like to switch seats with me? I have a first-class seat.”
Her eyes went wide. “Are you serious? Oh my gosh, YES!”
A few minutes later, we walked back up to first class together. Mr. Thames looked confused… until I gestured toward my old seat. She settled in beside him, toddler and all.
“Enjoy your flight,” I said with a smile.
It didn’t take long. The toddler was wriggling, curious little hands reaching for anything in sight. Mr. Thames looked like he might implode. Meanwhile, I was back in economy, sipping my water and feeling completely satisfied.
The woman got to enjoy a comfortable trip, I got a good laugh, and Mr. Thames got a nice dose of poetic justice.
Sometimes, karma just needs a tiny nudge.