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

The flight attendants, now more stern, reached their limits. Approaching Karen with a firmer tone, one of them stated, “Ma’am, you need to stop pressing the call button.” Karen scoffed and continued her tirade, but it was clear the attendants had had enough. They exchanged looks of exasperation, their professional facades slipping slightly under the weight of Karen’s incessant demands. The tension was palpable, a simmering storm just below the surface.