Entitled Guy on Plane Treats Flight Attendant Like Trash, Orders Her to Clean His Shoes – But Karma Hits Him Hard Immediately

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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Interior of an airplane | Source: Unsplash

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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A man on a plane | Source: Midjourney

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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A flight attendant | Source: Midjourney

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.”

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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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A glass | Source: Pexels

“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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A pair of shoes | Source: Pexels

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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A man on a plane waving | Source: Midjourney

“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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Interior of an airplane | Source: Unsplash

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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A flight attendant | Source: Midjourney

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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A scowling man | Source: Unsplash

“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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A flight attendant speaking to a passenger | Source: Unsplash

“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.

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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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A man in a suit | Source: Pexels

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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A woman | Source: Midjourney

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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A man adjusting his cufflinks | Source: Pexels

“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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A thoughtful man | Source: Pexels

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.”

A man with a steely gaze | Source: Midjourney

A man with a steely gaze | Source: Midjourney

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.

Days Before Wedding, Millionaire’s Daughter Disguises As Homeless to Test Her Wealthy Fiancé — Story of the Day

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Ava unexpectedly falls for the man her parents arranged for her to marry. But when unsettling rumors about him surface days before their wedding, she devises a test to uncover his true intentions.

Ava caught her breath as she gazed at Walter, the man her parents had arranged for her to meet. He rose from his seat, impeccably dressed in a sleek suit that showcased his athletic build, his blue eyes sparkling under the elegant lighting.

Ava’s heart fluttered as he smiled and helped her to her seat.

“Ava, meet Walter, my son,” his mother said.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“What do you think?” whispered Ava’s mother, Hilda, noticing her daughter’s reddened cheeks.

The families sat at a grand dining table in a restaurant, the air filled with apprehension and anticipation. Ava, initially resistant to this arranged meeting, found herself unexpectedly drawn to Walter. His gentlemanly demeanor throughout the dinner and subsequent meetings only deepened her admiration for him.

So a few weeks later, when he went down on one knee and proposed, she didn’t think twice before saying yes.

“I’ll marry you!” she exclaimed as Walter slid a diamond ring onto her finger.

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The wedding was set, and with only a few weeks to go, Ava and her friend Hillary went to a boutique to pick a wedding dress for Ava’s special day.

They had just gotten there and were waiting to be attended to when they heard two women whispering in the background.

At first, Ava tried not to pay attention, but with how loud they were, it was impossible not to hear a few words, especially when she heard Walter’s name.

“You mean Walter, the blue-eyed playboy, is getting married?” one woman whispered incredulously.

“Apparently, his parents found him a millionaire’s daughter,” another woman added.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

Ava desperately wanted to continue listening but was interrupted when one of the attendants approached her since it was her turn.

“You heard those people talking in the lobby, didn’t you?” Hillary asked as they followed the attendant.

“Do you know how many Walters there are in this state?” Ava replied, dismissing the rumors. She was convinced her Walter was different.

An hour later, Ava drove to Walter’s mansion. The recent rain had left the roads wet, and as she approached his mansion, she noticed a group of homeless people huddled by the roadside, trying to keep dry.

\Ava slowed her car to avoid splashing water on them and rolled down her window to offer them some money, only to be taken aback after hearing their conversation.

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“That rich guy in the red car splashed water on us! All that money has gone to his head! And that money isn’t his, I bet! It’s his parents’!” grumbled a bearded man.

“With his handsome looks, he thinks he can do anything,” a woman added bitterly.

Shocked and confused, Ava rolled up her window and drove into Walter’s estate, wondering if they were discussing him. She had seen his compassionate side, like his charity work, but she now doubted if it was just for show.

\As she entered his house using the spare key she always had, she was stunned to hear him yelling on the phone.

“Get them out of here! I want all of them gone!” he bellowed, his face contorted with anger.

His tone suddenly softened when he turned around and spotted her.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“I don’t want to see those beggars suffer in this rain. Find them a place, now!” he commanded, hanging up.

“Ava!” He smiled and approached her. “I saw some homeless people in the rain. It broke my heart, so I was arranging shelter for them,” he explained. Ava didn’t know what to say and nodded. Throughout the evening, she acted like everything was fine, but it wasn’t.

Their wedding was in a week, after which Walter was to be appointed as the director of one of her father’s charity organizations.

As Ava reached home, she discussed everything with Hillary and devised a plan to test Walter’s true character.

“Why not hire a private investigator?” Hillary suggested. “Isn’t that easier than hiring an actor? What if it doesn’t work?”

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“It will. People let down their guard easily around strangers, and this particular actor I hired is pretty good,” Ava explained.

The next day, they met at Walter’s favorite café, concealing their faces under big hats.

“Aren’t you worried Walter might get angry if he finds out?” Hillary asked cautiously.

“He won’t know if all goes well,” Ava reassured her, waiting for Walter’s arrival. She’d already texted him and set her plan in motion. Babe, can you get me a coffee from your favorite place? I’ll be waiting at your office, she’d written.Later, she would text him that she couldn’t make it due to some work.

As Walter entered the café, Ava watched him closely. Dressed in a white sweater and black pants, Walter attracted admiring glances as he ordered. Ava’s heart swelled with pride, but she was anxious about the actor she’d hired to test him.

“I hope everything goes well,” she murmured to Hillary.

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As Walter waited, a disheveled man, the actor Ava had hired, approached the counter. Walter was disgusted and stepped aside, allowing the man to order first.

“He’s so nice,” Ava whispered, unaware of Walter’s true intentions.

“Yeah, surprising,” Hillary said despite her doubts about Walter’s character.

Walter paid for the man’s bread and coffee, masking his frustration, all because he wanted the smelly, poor man to leave as soon as possible.

The situation escalated when the man accidentally spilled coffee on Walter’s sweater. Walter’s anger flared, but he caught a glimpse of someone familiar in the space and restrained himself.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“I’m s-sorry, sir,” the man stammered, tears streaming down his face.

Walter, boiling inside, forced a smile. “Ah, no worries! It’s just clothes, nothing more. You can get more food at the counter; I’ll pay,” he offered, leading the man to the counter while vigorously typing on his phone, trying to send a quick message to his friend.

Ava watched from a distance and was proud of Walter’s kindness. “He’s the man I thought he was,” she said to Hillary, who wasn’t entirely convinced.

Soon, Walter stepped outside, walking side by side with the beggar, who walked beside him with a smile. They had just rounded a corner when he grabbed the man’s shirt and whispered harshly in his ears. “Say a word of this to Ava, and you’ll regret it,” he warned, tossing his hot coffee at the man before walking away.

Meanwhile, Ava dropped him the text, thinking she was a fool to doubt him. “See, I told you he’s a nice guy,” she told Hillary.

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Walter scowled as he read her message and drove home. He knew Ava suspected something. In desperation, he called Brandon, his trusted friend, for advice.

Meanwhile, Joe, the actor hired by Ava to test Walter, brushed off his coffee-soaked clothes. Feeling the soreness on his neck from Walter’s grip, he skipped contacting his client and headed home.

At Walter’s house, the atmosphere was tense. “She knows!” Walter yelled.

“Calm down. What does she know exactly?” Brandon inquired, pouring wine for his friend.

Walter explained Ava’s test and his fear of her suspicions.

“Spend more money on those charity galas she likes. There’s barely a week to the wedding, and all you have to do is persevere until then,” Brandon instructed him, and Walter listened with rapt attention.

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That night, after Ava got home, she spent hours talking to Walter on the phone, convinced that he was the only person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

“I love you, too,” she whispered into the phone after saying her goodbyes before hanging up.

Two days before the wedding, Ava went alone to pick up her dress. Unexpectedly, a woman blocked her path. “You’re Ava, right? The one marrying Walter?” the woman asked bluntly.

“Yes, I am. I love him,” Ava replied, assuming the woman was one of Walter’s exes.

“Don’t marry him. He’s not who you think he is,” the woman warned gravely before leaving.

Ava went after her, but the woman got into her car and drove away.

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Puzzled and concerned, Ava could only wonder about the woman’s motives as she picked up her wedding dress. She decided to call Joe, the actor she had hired to test Walter, for any insights.

She had paid him for his work but hadn’t heard from him ever since his act at the cafe. She didn’t think much about it then because she was convinced Walter was really a kind and caring man. Joe didn’t answer her first calls, and when he finally did, he urgently warned her to stay away from Walter before abruptly hanging up.

Confused and alarmed, Ava pondered Joe’s reaction and decided to test Walter herself, this time without any intermediaries. She planned to disguise herself as a homeless person and approach Walter to see his true character.

Dressed in old, smelly clothes and a dirty scarf, Ava waited for Walter at a fancy restaurant where they were supposed to meet. She approached him in the parking lot, asking for help in her beggar disguise.

Remembering Brandon’s advice to maintain a good public image, Walter reluctantly gave her some money and walked away.

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Seeing his ‘kindness,’ Ava couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for not trusting him. Entering the restaurant, she instantly headed straight towards him, trying to grab his arm as she called his name.

“Wal—” she began, but the words had barely left her mouth when she felt a brutal, stinging force against her face.

Walter slapped her.

“I-I’m a woman,” Ava stuttered in shock, not knowing what else to say as she watched Walter glare at her with hostile and unfamiliar eyes.

“You stinking witch! The only reason I didn’t slap you before was that we were in public. How dare you follow me!” Walter yelled. “You poverty-stricken set of beggars, I hate your kind the most!”

Walter had been holding in his emotions for a while, and seeing the utterly empty restaurant felt like a grand opportunity to take out his emotions on the beggar who DARED to almost touch him.

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“I’ve been going around with a kind look just because I’m trying to get a woman to marry me, and you think you can take advantage of that? Get out, or I’ll slap you again!” Walter continued yelling, and Ava could tell that he meant every word.

Touching her face, she felt it burn as her eyes stung from both the pain and the realization that Walter was nothing like the man she fell in love with.

As he demanded security to remove her, Ava removed her disguise, revealing her true identity.

“It’s me, Ava,” she finally said, her heart breaking.

His face turned pale. “A-Ava? How could you deceive me like this? Was this all a trap, a test? I thought you loved me. I thought you trusted me,” he stammered, trying to turn things around.

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But Ava just shook her head and smirked.

“The wedding is off, loser!” she declared before leaving.

Months later, Ava’s parents arranged another match for her. She met Brandon, a seemingly calm and gentlemanly figure.

“My name is Brandon. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me!” He greeted her with a charming smile.

I guess looks can be highly deceiving, Ava thought. Through the private investigator Ava had hired, she knew this man was more deadly than Walter. She smiled at him, deciding to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

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