It wasn’t her problem that they couldn’t plan ahead.
A woman who decided not to give up her first-class seat on a flight, even though she was traveling with a toddler, has gotten a lot of support on social media for her choice.
Dr. Sabra, who goes by @lifewithdrsabra on TikTok, shared her experience in a recent video.
She was asked to change her seat, 1A, to help another passenger.
In her video, Dr. Sabra added some text on the screen that said:
“From my point of view: The flight attendant asks me if I want to give up my seat 1A so a child can sit with their family.”
She had a big smile while sharing this message, showing she was happy to keep the seat she had paid for.
She even added a popular TikTok audio in the background where someone says, “Girl, forget those kids and forget you too.”
This clip is often used in videos where people refuse to give up something for someone else’s children.
The 1A seat, usually found in first class at the front of the plane, is a very desirable spot for travelers.
Dr. Sabra shared more details in the caption of her video.
She said she chose to keep her seat and that the family was able to “find a solution” to their seating problem without her having to move.
In her caption, she wrote: “That’s a no from me, would you have given up your seat?
“Plus, they found a solution, so I’m not a terrible person. Also, the child was about 13.”
The video has gone viral, getting 4.9 million views, and many viewers are supporting her choice in the comments.
The Former Homeowner’s Cryptic Caution About Our Neighbors Became Apparent After a Shocking Discovery
Upon settling into our new residence, we were initially charmed by our neighbors, the Johnsons. However, our perception dramatically shifted when we returned from a holiday to discover our home vandalized, which led us to unearth a concealed warning from the previous homeowner that drastically altered our understanding of trust.
We had moved into our delightful new home a year earlier, enjoying the peaceful neighborhood and the charming house, thrilled to begin this new chapter. The Johnsons, our next-door neighbors, greeted us warmly with an apple pie and friendly introductions.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” Jane exclaimed, presenting the pie with a cheerful smile, while her husband Tom stood by her side, waving.
“Thank you so much,” I responded, accepting the pie. “I’m Emma, and this is my husband, Mike.”
Mike stepped forward, shaking their hands. “Pleasant to meet you both. We’re eager to start our life here.”
Our conversation flowed easily, and they seemed genuinely kind. Their home needed some upkeep, but that was of little concern to us. In the months following, our relationship grew through shared barbecues and pool gatherings, seemingly cementing a budding friendship.
However, a turn of events began three months later when I stumbled upon a note from the house’s previous owner hidden inside a kitchen drawer. It read: “Caution: Steer clear of the Johnsons. They’ll turn your life upside down. Keep your distance.”
I shared the mysterious warning with Mike that evening. “What do you make of this?” I asked, showing him the note.
He read it and looked up with a skeptical expression. “Isn’t this a bit over the top? They’ve been nothing but friendly.”
I agreed, albeit reluctantly, feeling an unsettling tug of intuition. “You’re probably right. Maybe there was a personal issue between them.”
“Perhaps the previous owner had some petty disagreements,” Mike reasoned.
We decided to dismiss the note, choosing instead to focus on the positive interactions we had enjoyed with Jane and Tom. We continued inviting them over, exchanging gardening tips and book recommendations, and we even allowed them open access to our garden and pool while we were away on our annual vacation.
Fast forward to our return last week, when we came home to a scene of chaos. Our beautiful garden was trampled, the pool was filled with debris, and trash littered our driveway. We were horrified.
“What on earth happened here?” Mike burst out, visibly enraged.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, we headed straight to the Johnsons’. Jane answered the door with an overly bright smile.
“Hello, neighbors! How was your trip?” she greeted us.
“What has happened to our property?” Mike cut to the chase, his patience worn thin.
Tom appeared, feigning innocence. “That wasn’t us. You have no proof,” he retorted sharply.
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