I was on a flight from New York to LA, heading to a tight business connection in San Diego. As someone who travels often, I had everything planned \u2014 even picked an aisle seat for a quick exit. The man next to me, dressed like he thought he owned the plane, barely acknowledged me.<\/p>\n
Mid-flight, I slipped away to the restroom, hoping to be back before the food came. There was a line, of course, and by the time I returned, my meal tray was gone \u2014 and this arrogant guy was polishing off a second dinner. \u201cI figured you didn\u2019t want it,\u201d he said, smirking. \u201cDidn\u2019t want it to go to waste.\u201d I was stunned. I hadn\u2019t eaten all day, and now I was left with a tiny bag of pretzels.<\/p>\n
He fell asleep after his feast, snoring like nothing happened. I hit my limit \u2014 but I also had no time to waste.When we landed, the airline announced a last-minute gate change for the San Diego flight. I tried to wake him. Twice. He didn\u2019t budge. I left him there and sprinted across the terminal.<\/p>\n
Later, at the conference, a coworker described a man at LAX who looked freshly hit by a truck \u2014 panicked, arguing with the gate agent after missing his flight. Same polished shoes, same expensive watch. Yep. It was him. I may have missed a meal, but he missed his connection. Karma served cold \u2014 no tray required.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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