Then, she spotted an airport cleaner nearby. Her voice dripped with entitlement as she yelled, “Do your job! I’m not going to do it for you!”The young airport worker, a guy probably in his early twenties, looked stunned. His face flushed red as he stammered, “Ma’am, I… that’s not… you’re supposed to…” But the woman had already turned, disappearing into the crowd. The worker stood there, looking utterly deflated. He glanced around as if hoping someone would tell him this was all a bad joke. I couldn’t stay silent anymore. I approached him, saying, “Hey, you okay? That woman was way out of line.”He sighed. “Thanks. I just… I don’t even know how to handle that. It’s not even my department.” “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him. “We saw the whole thing. It’s not your fault.” He nodded gratefully and hurried off, probably to find someone who could actually deal with the mess. My blood boiled.
Who did this woman think she was? I approached the mess, warning people to watch their step. A kind stranger went to find a maintenance worker.“Can you believe that?” I asked the man who’d tried to alert the woman earlier. He shook his head. “Flying with pets is a privilege, not a right. Some people just don’t get it.” “I’m Nora,” I said, extending my hand. “Jasper,” he replied, shaking it. “Heading somewhere nice?” “London, for work. You?” “Tokyo. Business trip.” We chatted for a few minutes before parting ways. I couldn’t shake my anger as I walked to my gate. And then I saw her again.The entitled woman was sitting near my gate, her dog now barking incessantly. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she was blasting music from her phone without headphones. Other passengers were moving away, but I had a different idea. I sat down right next to her. “Are you going to Tokyo on business?” I asked, faking a friendly tone. She barely glanced at me. “I’m going to London,” she snapped. I widened my eyes in mock surprise. “Oh no! Then you better hurry. That flight got moved to gate 53C. This is the flight to Tokyo.”Her eyes bulged. Without even checking the monitor, she grabbed her bags and dog and stormed off. I couldn’t help but grin. The gate monitor still clearly showed “London,” but she was too self-absorbed to notice.
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