An affluent man becomes displeased with being seated next to a corpulent woman in first class and begins to voice his complaints to the flight attendant.
The instant James Courtney spotted the woman seated beside him on the flight, he knew it was going to be a rough one. She was enormous! With her seated next him, how in the world was he going to travel in comfort?
The woman took a seat, jabbing at James with her elbow as she fastened her seat belt. “Observe it!” She turned to face James as he aggressively yelled at her.
She sobbed, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please pardon me.”
“Pardon me?” sarcastically questioned James. Or pardon the three thousand doughnuts you consumed to reach that weight?
The woman gave him a startled gasp, and James noticed that she was rather young with a weak but sweet face. He was inspired to scoff, “Lady, you need to book TWO seats when you travel!”
The woman’s eyes welled up with tears, but James was in the mood, especially after noticing how cheap and dated her clothes were and how worn out her shoes were.
“I assume your entire budget goes on nachos and hot dogs, right?” he asked. So you’re not able to afford two seats? The next time you pass the hat, I’m sure everyone on the plane will be quite giving!
The woman turned to face the window, and James saw the tears streaming down her cheeks in the reflection. He said, “Listen.” “I’m sure my friend who owns a clinic down in Mexico would give you a liposuction for a lot less money!”
By the time James felt his discomfort from being pressed up against her soft weight had subsided, the young woman’s shoulders were quivering with sobs. He thus requested a Martini when the bartender arrived with the drinks cart.
In his best James Bond voice, he said, “Shaken, not stirred,” and then, “I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink.”
The attractive attendant gave him a snide look while pressing her lips together tightly. Next, she spoke to the woman seated beside her. “Madam, what would you like to drink?”
With a nod, the woman dabbed at her eyes. “Please, give me a diet Coke.”
James sneered. “Don’t you think a diet Coke would be a little late in the game?” Though James felt a slight glow upon realizing he’d upset both the flight attendant and the woman, they both chose to ignore him.
While the woman next to him sipped her diet Coke, he reclined and bit on an olive and sipped his Martini. With a shudder, he realized she would eventually need to use the restroom and would be squeezing by him.
Shortly after he had finished his last drink, the flight attendant arrived carrying food. She placed a lovely tray in front of him and another one in front of the passenger next him.
“Are you certain that will suffice?” The flight attendant was asked by James, “Why do you think it would take a village to feed this lady?”
Disregarding him, the flight attendant continued serving the other first-class customers. “She really was impolite, wasn’t that?” James questioned the person seated beside him, saying, “I think I’ll complain about her.”
However, the other traveler disregarded him as well, and James proceeded to enjoy the genuinely superb meal. When the flight attendant returned, he was finishing the last of his wine, and she was beaming.
“Pardon me,” she began. “The captain would love to have you come up to the cockpit. He’s a big fan.”
After being startled, James noticed that the large woman sitting next to him was being spoken to by the flight attendant. She was flushing, nodding, and smiling. This implied that James needed to stand up and give her space.
After guiding the woman off of the aircraft, James resumed his seat. He expected to be forwarding a good deal of venomous emails concerning the first class service and conditions on the company’s flights to the management.
When the captain’s voice came over the speakers, he was mentally crafting some great diatribes. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. One of us is a celebrity! You will recognize the voice if, like me, you are an avid listener of “I Love Opera.”
When a beautiful voice began singing a few bars of a well-known aria in the cabin, the other passengers began to applaud and make joyful comments to one another. “That’s correct,” declared the captain. “We’re flying with the lovely Miss Allison Jones to perform a charity concert for world hunger.”
James winced as the entire aircraft broke into spontaneous applause. The flight attendant then approached. “Listen up, buster,” she replied in a harsh, icy tone. “I’m putting you in economy if you upset that girl again, no matter how many millions you have.”
James noticed the sparkle in the flight attendant’s eye as he opened his mouth to object. “I apologize,” he muttered.
“You don’t have to apologize to me!” said she.
After some time, Allison Jones, the large woman, reappeared, grinning and signing autographs for the other travelers. James shot to his feet to give her room to sit.
He smiled his most endearing smile and said, “Listen.” “I apologize if I offended you a little; I didn’t know who you were.”
James saw that Allison had the most stunning eyes when she turned to face him. It makes no difference who I am. Never, ever treat someone that way! Furthermore, you’re not sorry. If I wasn’t sort of famous, would you even be saying sorry? I mean, I can’t control my weight, but you can alter your mindset. Give up passing judgment on others.
James stopped talking, lowered himself back into his chair, and remained silent until their arrival in Portland.
A Picture from His Wife Leads a Husband to Ask for Divorce. This Is the Strange Reason Why
It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when my phone buzzed with a new message. The sender was none other than my beloved wife, Emma. We had been married for ten years, and our relationship had always been built on trust, love, and mutual respect. But what I was about to discover would shake the very foundations of our marriage.
“Hey, honey! Check this out!” the message read, accompanied by a photo attachment. Curious, I opened the image, expecting to see a cheerful selfie or a picture of something amusing she had encountered during her day. Instead, my eyes widened in disbelief.
The Unimaginable Act
The photo showed Emma with a drastically altered appearance. She had enlarged her chest, something we had never discussed or even considered. My mind raced as I tried to process the image. Why would she do this without talking to me first? We had always made decisions together, especially about something as significant as this.
I called her immediately, my heart pounding. “Emma, what is this? Why did you do this without telling me?” I demanded, struggling to keep my voice steady.
She responded casually, almost nonchalantly, “Oh, I thought it would be a nice surprise. Don’t you like it?”
Trust Shattered
Her nonchalant attitude only fueled my anger and confusion. “A surprise? Emma, this isn’t a new dress or a haircut. This is major surgery! How could you not discuss this with me?” My voice cracked with a mix of frustration and betrayal.
Her words stung. How could she dismiss my feelings so easily? It wasn’t just about the physical change; it was about the trust we had built over a decade of marriage. That trust was now in tatters.
The Decision
I spent the next few days in a haze, trying to understand why Emma had done this. I replayed our conversations in my head, searching for any hint or clue that might explain her decision. But there was nothing. She had acted impulsively, without any regard for my feelings or our relationship.
Emma and I parted ways, each of us trying to rebuild our lives. The pain of betrayal lingered, but with time, I began to heal. I learned the importance of communication and trust in a relationship and vowed never to let those principles be compromised again.
In the end, the lesson was clear: in any relationship, no matter how strong it seems, trust and communication are the pillars that hold it together. Without them, even the strongest bonds can crumble.
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