I was settling into my seat, feeling a bit anxious as always before a flight, when I noticed the flight attendant, Karen, shooting daggers at a guy with a service dog. It was clear she wasn’t a fan of the furry traveler. As I observed the tension building, something told me things were about to get interesting. Just as I started to wonder how this would play out, Jake, the quiet passenger beside me, stood up with a calm yet determined look. What Jake did next left everyone on the flight in stunned silence.
As the plane hummed to life and began its ascent, I couldn’t help but notice how Karen’s glances were more like smouldering looks now. Each time she passed by, her eyes fixated on the service dog with clear disapproval. It felt like the tension in the cabin was taking off alongside us. The dog seemed unbothered, though, sitting quietly as its owner nervously adjusted his seat belt under Karen’s scrutinizing gaze.
The dog, unfazed by the chaos, simply lay at its owner’s feet, providing a stark contrast to the man, who was visibly uneasy. Each glare from Karen seemed to heighten the owner's anxiety. It was like watching a storm brew slowly, with the poor owner right in its path. The dog stayed calm, as if understanding its role was to be the anchor amidst the turbulence the human was facing.