A Karen Made My Flight A Living Hell, But I Had The Perfect Surprise Waiting For Her After Landing

Despite the drama, I managed to eat my meal, though the stress was palpable. Forkful by forkful, I tried to find some normalcy amidst the chaos Karen was creating. Each bite felt like a small victory. The other passengers shielded their focus from her, engrossed in their meals or conversations. Karen’s volume continued to rise, but I found solace in the small task of finishing my food, determined not to be deterred.