Entitled Couple Stole the Airplane Seat I Paid

For—So I Gave Them Turbulence They Deserved

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I’m Carly, and I’ve lived 32 years in a body the world constantly comments on. I’m obese, not the kind where people use cute nicknames — the kind where strangers feel entitled to judge what’s in my grocery cart or shame me for existing in public spaces. That’s why when I fly alone, I always buy two airplane seats. Not for luxury — for peace. On a recent work trip, I paid $176 for an extra seat so I wouldn’t spend three hours pressed against someone glaring at me. I boarded early, settled into my window and middle seats, and tried to relax. That’s when a couple showed up — him smug, her sparkling — and plopped right into my extra seat. “Sorry,” I said, “I paid for both seats.” They laughed. “Seriously?

You bought two just for you?” “Yes.” “Well, it’s empty,” he said, ignoring me and sitting down. His girlfriend chimed in, “It’s not a big deal. You’re being a fat jerk.” Their words stung, but I smiled. “Fine. Keep the seat.” Once we were airborne, I pulled out a giant bag of chips and made very sure I claimed every inch of space I’d paid for — jostling him, bumping elbows,

taking up space unapologetically. He finally snapped and called over a flight attendant. She checked the records and confirmed: I owned both seats. He was ordered back to 22C. As he stomped away, his girlfriend hissed, “You really needed two seats just for being fat?

Pathetic.” I calmly reported her comment to the flight crew. The attendant took it seriously and filed a harassment report. When we landed, I made sure the airline had it in writing. Days later, I got an email: the couple had been flagged, and I was credited 10,000 bonus miles for the mistreatment. That flight reminded me of something important: people like me are constantly told to shrink, to make ourselves invisible. But I paid for my space — and I deserve to exist in it fully. And next time someone tries to shame me out of it? I’ll be ready.