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Her Smelly Foot Took Over the Plane — I Made Sure She Paid for It

The flight began quietly enough — until the woman in front of me decided the aisle was her personal footrest. One bare, smelly foot stretched out so far no one could pass without a glare or a snide remark. Passengers tried to reason with her, but she only grew more defiant, the stench making even a nearby child ask why it smelled so bad. Watching her smugly ignore everyone lit a fuse in me. Enough was enough. I pressed the call button, ready to put an end to it once and for all, but I didn’t expect what happened next…

I stepped onto the plane that morning craving nothing more than a quiet, uneventful flight. Seatbelt on, book in hand — it was all shaping up perfectly… until I noticed her.

She was in the row right in front of me — young, flashy, dressed as if she were headed to a fashion shoot instead of cruising at 30,000 feet. Her expression carried that unmistakable the-world-revolves-around-me air.

The trouble started barely five minutes after takeoff. Without hesitation, she slipped off her shoes, propped one bare foot on the empty seat beside her, and stretched the other straight into the aisle. Not halfway. Not subtly. Fully out, toes in the passing lane like she owned the aircraft.

It wasn’t long before passengers began to stumble into her blockade. A polite “Excuse me” here, a gentle “Could you move your foot?” there — each one met with an eye-roll or a long, irritated hiss. She was enjoying the power trip.