A young woman in short shorts tried to get my husband’s attention — I had to teach this homewrecker a lesson 😱😱
My husband and I had been dreaming of a vacation for a long time, but it never worked out. Finally, we managed to snag a few days off. We bought our plane tickets at the last minute, so our seats ended up in different rows. I wasn’t too upset — the main thing was that we’d spend time together at the beach. A couple of hours apart wouldn’t hurt.
As I walked into the cabin looking for my seat, I passed my husband and caught sight of who was sitting next to him. A young woman — maybe twenty, in ultra-short denim shorts, bright red lipstick, and lashes that looked like fans.
I’m not the jealous type, so I smiled to myself: “Well, fine. Let her sit there.”
But about half an hour into the flight, I noticed her behavior was… let’s say, a little too forward.
She flirted with my husband, laughing at every word he said, even though he responded tersely. She “accidentally” brushed his hand, asked him to pass her water, or help retrieve her bag from under the seat.
My husband acted like a gentleman, politely indifferent. That would have been fine — until she kicked her long legs over the seat in front of her, directly in my husband’s line of sight, as if deliberately flaunting herself.
That was it. I had reached my limit. I decided to give this homewrecker a firm lesson.
I stood up, slowly walked down the aisle holding a small plastic cup of coffee. I approached their row, smiled sweetly, and leaned over to kiss my husband on the cheek. But… I “miscalculated” my hand slightly.
“Oh… sorry!” I whispered as a hot drop of coffee landed squarely on her thigh.
The young woman jumped like she’d been stung.
“What are you doing?! These are my new shorts!” she screamed, making other passengers turn around.
I kept smiling politely and replied:
“Yes, I noticed. You’ve been showing off those shorts the entire flight — it was hard not to notice. Maybe now you’ll sit properly?”
She huffed, pulled some sweatpants from her bag, and stormed off to the restroom to change.
My husband looked at me like saying, “You’re impossible.” I returned to my seat and for the first time all flight, calmly opened my magazine.
