A Passenger Refused To Move His Foot On My Seat Until I Taught Him A Lesson

The foot was still there.

Then I shifted in my seat and let my hand tip slightly, and the remaining tea went over the armrest.

The effect was immediate. The young man yanked his foot back and came nearly upright in his seat, the headphones flying off, a shout tearing out of him that turned heads three rows in every direction.

“What are you doing?”

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