A Karen Made My Flight A Living Hell, But I Had The Perfect Surprise Waiting For Her After Landing

As the plane reached cruising altitude, Karen invaded my personal space. She reclined her seat fully, trapping my legs in an uncomfortable position. “Could you please move your seat up a bit?” I asked, attempting politeness. She shot me a glare. “I paid for this seat, and I’ll use it how I want!” she snapped back. I could feel the patience of everyone around us wearing thin. Her territorial attitude was unbearably grating.