He looked to be in his mid-fifties, with graying hair and a suit that screamed business. He barely glanced at me as he squeezed past to take his seat.
“Excuse me,” he muttered, not making eye contact. His voice was gruff, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone. He settled into his seat, immediately pulling out his phone and ignoring everything else around him.
A grumpy man near Becca | Source: Midjourney
I tried to brush it off. After all, we were all just trying to get through the flight. Maybe he was dealing with his own issues. I took out my laptop, planning to finish some work. It was a good distraction from the stress that had been building up over the last few days. I put in my earbuds and started typing, losing myself in the work.
About an hour into the flight, I was finally making some progress when the man next to me flagged down a flight attendant.
“I’ll take a whiskey, neat,” he said, his tone clipped and demanding.
A grumpy man talking to a flight attendant | Source: Midjourney
I kept working, trying not to let his attitude bother me. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw the flight attendant hand him the drink. He took it without a word of thanks.
I thought nothing more of it until I heard the sound of liquid splashing. In a split second, I felt something cold and wet all over my lap and laptop.
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