Ever had seatmates from hell? I did—a pair of newlyweds who treated my 14-hour flight like their personal honeymoon suite.
They coughed nonstop, blasted movies without headphones, rained pretzels on me, and Lia even perched on Dave’s lap. After an hour of chaos, I flagged down a flight attendant. Their “special day” ended abruptly: rules are rules, and the couple got moved to the back.
Even when they tried a fake bathroom emergency, the crew handled it. Peace finally returned.
As we landed, I waved: “Enjoy your honeymoon!” Dave turned red, and I walked off victorious—ready to hug my wife and kid.
