Ever had seatmates from hell? Let me introduce you to the newlyweds who decided our 14-hour flight was the perfect place for their honeymoon antics. They turned my peaceful trip into a disaster. But when they pushed too far, I decided to cause a little turbulence of my own. 
I had just settled in and was feeling pretty good about my seat choice when the guy next to me cleared his throat.
“Hey there,” he said with a big grin. “I’m Dave. Listen, I hate to ask, but would you mind switching seats with my wife? We just got married and, well… you know.”
I smiled politely. “Congrats! That’s great. Where’s your wife sitting?”
Dave pointed toward the back of the plane, suddenly less confident. “That’s my Lia back there. In economy.”
Now look—I’m not heartless. I get it, newlyweds want to sit together. But I paid good money for this upgraded seat, and I wasn’t about to give it up for free.
Dave’s smile started to fade. “But—”
“No buts,” the stewardess cut in sharply. “And since you didn’t pay for this upgraded seat but were moved here, you need to follow all rules strictly.”
I had to bite my lip to stop from grinning. The tables had turned, and wow, was it satisfying.
The stewardess turned to Lia…
