Couple on Honeymoon Tried to Ruin My Flight – I Taught Them a Lesson
Ever had seatmates who made you wish for an emergency exit at 30,000 feet? That was me—Toby, 35, heading home after months overseas, eager to see my wife and kid. I’d paid extra for a premium economy seat on a 14-hour flight—worth every cent for the legroom and peace. Or so I thought.
Enter Dave and Lia—the newlyweds from hell.
Dave plopped down next to me, grinning. “Hey, mate. I hate to ask, but would you mind switching seats with my wife? We just got married, and she’s back in economy.”
I smiled politely. “Congrats! Where’s her seat?”
He pointed all the way to the back of the plane. I couldn’t help laughing. “Sorry, Dave. I paid for this seat. But if you cover the cost difference—about a thousand Australian dollars—I’ll move.”
His grin vanished. “A thousand? That’s ridiculous.”
“Then I’ll stay put,” I said, putting in my earbuds.
That’s when he muttered, “You’ll regret this.”
And oh, did he make sure I did.
First came the fake coughing fits—deep, hacking performances worthy of an Oscar. Then he cranked up an action movie on his tablet without headphones. When I asked him to turn it down, he smiled. “Forgot my headphones. Guess we’ll all enjoy it together.”
Crumbs rained down next—pretzels, cookies, you name it. Then Lia appeared, squeezing herself onto his lap like it was a honeymoon suite in the sky. Giggles, kisses, whispers—the full show.
I clenched my jaw and tried to stay calm. But when Lia’s hair landed in my coffee, I decided enough was enough.