“Uh, did they bring my meal while I was gone?” I asked, even though the answer was painfully obvious.
He looked up from his tray, a smug smile spreading across his face.
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“You ate my meal?”
“Yeah,” he said, still chewing. “I was still hungry after mine, and you weren’t here. You can just grab something at the airport when we land.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I’d dealt with entitled people before, but this was on a whole new level. I stood there for a moment, completely speechless. Who does that?
“Are you serious right now?” I asked, mostly to myself, still hoping this was some kind of bizarre joke.
He just shrugged, totally unfazed.
“Relax, it’s just airplane food.”
Pretzels?
That wasn’t exactly going to cut it, but what could I do? I took the tiny bag of pretzels, feeling defeated and increasingly annoyed at my seatmate’s sheer audacity.
Meanwhile, Mr. Important finished off both meals, leaned back in his seat, and promptly fell asleep, looking as satisfied as a cat that had just caught a mouse.
I tried to focus on my work, nibbling on the pretzels and glaring at the man, now softly snoring beside me.
My stomach growled in protest, but I forced myself to concentrate on my notes.
I reminded myself that I had a tight connection to worry about and couldn’t afford to let this jerk ruin my day. I kept checking my watch, counting down the minutes until we landed.
As we started our descent into LA, the flight attendants made the usual announcements about landing and connecting flights.
