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It was just another routine flight from New York to Los Angeles for me, a 35-year-old marketing consultant accustomed to the hectic world of business travel. With a major conference awaiting me in LA and a tight connection to San Diego, I had everything meticulously planned out.<\/p>\n
I chose an aisle seat, hoping to make a swift exit. As I approached my row, I noticed the man in the window seat. He exuded an air of self-importance, dressed impeccably in a button-down shirt and slacks. He barely acknowledged me as I took my seat, preoccupied with his expensive watch.<\/p>\n
The flight was proceeding as expected until the meal service began. Starving from a busy day of preparation, I eagerly anticipated the food. However, just as the cart approached, nature called. I glanced at the aisle and saw the cart was still a few rows away, so I decided I had enough time to visit the restroom.<\/p>\n
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When I finally returned to my seat, my heart sank: my meal tray was gone. The man beside me was savoring his second meal with a smug smile on his face.<\/p>\n
“Uh, did they bring my meal while I was gone?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and anger.<\/p>\n
He looked up, still chewing. “Oh, yeah. You were taking a while, so I thought you didn\u2019t want it. Didn\u2019t want it to go to waste.”<\/p>\n
I was dumbfounded. “You ate my meal?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly. “I was still hungry after mine, and you weren\u2019t here. You can grab something at the airport.”<\/p>\n
Stunned by his audacity, I tried to stay calm. I called the flight attendant and asked if there were any more meals left. She regretfully informed me that they had run out and offered me pretzels instead. I accepted the tiny bag, feeling defeated as I nibbled on them.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Mr. Important finished both meals and promptly fell asleep, looking utterly content. I tried to focus on my work, though my growling stomach made it difficult.<\/p>\n
As we began our descent into LA, the flight attendants made announcements about connecting flights. I glanced over at Mr. Important, still snoring away. I debated whether to wake him up for the gate change announcement but decided against it. I was running late and needed to make my connection.<\/p>\n
I hurried off the plane, navigating through the bustling terminal and making it to my new gate just in time. As I settled into my seat for the flight to San Diego, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n
Later, in San Diego, I recounted the day’s events to my colleagues. Lisa, a coworker, mentioned seeing someone who sounded like Mr. Important. She described a disheveled man arguing with a gate agent at LAX, having missed his connection due to sleeping through the gate change announcement.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t help but smile. “That sounds like him! He ate my meal and then fell asleep, missing his connection.”<\/p>\n
Lisa’s eyes widened. “That\u2019s karma in action!”<\/p>\n
The satisfaction of witnessing the universe balance itself out was a small consolation for the frustration of the flight. In the end, it seemed that karma had a way of catching up with those who took advantage of others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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