By taking matters into my own hands. I knew I had to be subtle to avoid causing a scene but also make my point clear. So, I devised a plan.
I reached into my carry-on bag and took out the small bottle of water I had purchased before the flight. I leaned over to my husband and whispered my plan. He gave me a subtle nod, understanding my need to rectify the situation without turning it into a major confrontation.
I carefully unscrewed the cap and took a sip, pretending to drink while purposefully allowing a few drops to fall onto the woman’s feet. Immediately, she yanked her feet back with a yelp, clearly surprised. I turned around, feigning innocence, and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry! My hand must have slipped.”
The woman glared at me, her eyes narrow with annoyance, but she didn’t say anything. Her feet remained on the floor, and I took it as a small victory. For the next half hour, peace reigned, and my husband and I were able to settle into the flight, watching an in-flight movie with some semblance of comfort.
