Karl’s company was about to move to new heights, and this only reinforced his growing arrogance. However, after mistreating an air hostess on his flight to a life-changing meeting, Karl is finally humbled.
Karl was a middle-aged man well on his way to the big leagues. His company was about to become a subsidiary of a large multinational corporation.
Karl came from humble beginnings and had worked all of his life to finally get to this point in his career. He was set to travel to Chicago to sign his deal, and he was over the moon.
Karl had long awaited this moment, and he was set on enjoying it as much as he possibly could. He got himself a business-class ticket to celebrate his new venture.
His newfound success was beginning to go to his head, and Karl became a little reckless with his behavior and how he treated people. As he sat in his business-class seat, he pompously took in the view that surrounded him. This was his first time in business class.
“It’s about to be one hell of a celebration,” he said to the man sitting next to him.
“Oh, really!? What are we celebrating?” the man asked.
“I’m on my way to Chicago to sign the contract of a lifetime. This is definitely a champagne moment,” a cheerful Karl explains.
“Oh wow. That’s great. I’m happy for you,” the man said.
“What is this? The audacity! You take thirty minutes to bring me my champagne, and it’s warm!? Are you serious?”
“Hey! A chilled bottle of your best champagne!” Karl barked to the air hostess, snapping his fingers rather rudely.
“No problem, sir. I’ll attend to you in a second,” the air hostess kindly responded.
Thirty minutes went by, and Karl became agitated because he still hadn’t received his order. The air hostess finally came with Karl’s champagne, and Karl was not pleased at all.
“So? What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for about half an hour?” Karl barked at the air hostess.
“I’m so sorry about that, sir. I had to handle something in economy class,” the air hostess calmly responded.
“What is this? The audacity! You take thirty minutes to bring me my champagne, and it’s warm!? Are you serious?” Karl snapped, shoving the champagne bottle to the floor.
“I’m sorry, sir! I just—” the air hostess nervously started before being interrupted by a further agitated Karl.
“Stop with the excuses! Just do your job! I am your boss here! You understand?” Karl barked, the rest of the passengers now looking on at his spectacle.
As he was going off at the air hostess, who did her best to hold back her tears, an elderly woman, Anna, stepped into the business class cubicles. Karl was astonished to see the Chief Executive Officer for the very company he was about to sign to. Anna went straight to the air hostess and greeted her warmly.
“Thank you for what you did for me,” Anna said.
“It’s no problem. It was my pleasure,” the air hostess said, feigning a smile as she wiped her tears.
“Why are you crying?” Anna asked, concerned. Karl uncomfortably shifted to the side as the air hostess turned to look at him, with Anna following.
“Well, I think you should apologize to this young lady.”
“Uhm… Just… I just had a little disagreement with this gentleman here. That’s all,” the air hostess said, trying her best to conceal her hurt and frustration.
“Karl? What are the chances of us being on the same flight?” Anna said, shocked to see Karl and curious about what role he had to play in the air hostess’s sudden sadness.
“Uhm… Anna, yes, it’s a surprise to see you here. Why are you in economy class?” Karl hesitantly asked.
“Well, it saves me money to give to charity and other worthwhile causes. And you? Why are you making this woman’s job more difficult than it has to be? I heard you all the way from my section,” Anna said.
“Uhm… No, it’s just that she took forever to bring me my champagne, and it was warm when it arrived. Poor service delivery,” Karl said, sticking to his arrogance.
“Well, I think you should apologize to this young lady. While you were waiting on your champagne, I had an asthma attack, and she was kind enough to drop everything and attend to me. She saved my life,” Anna explained to Karl rather firmly and with conviction.
“Saved you?” a confused Karl asked.
“Yes, that’s what held up your champagne. I’m sorry about that. But don’t be so rash as to call out people on doing their job when you don’t understand the full scope of things. Take this as advice from someone who would’ve been your boss,” Anna said.
“Uhm… ‘Would’ve,’ ma’am?” Karl nervously asked.
“Karl… I have lots of money, but what would I do with them if my life was in the hands of the stewardess today? Never put yourself above other people. You may need their help. Anyways, we’ll conclude this conversation in Chicago,” Anna coldly said before turning to the air hostess with a smile. “And thank you again, my dear.”
“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have treated you like that,” Karl said to the air hostess.
“It’s okay,” she responded.
Anna walked out of the business class section, leaving Karl completely perplexed. Karl became nervous about his contract when their flight finally landed in Chicago.
As fate would have it, Anna retracted the offer to Karl’s company, and the deal never ended up happening.
What can we learn from this story?
Never put yourself above others. Karl’s arrogance made him treat people wrongly, but it worked against him in the end.
Kindness goes a long way. The air hostess dropped everything to help Anna, and her kindness brought Anna to her defense later when Karl was mistreating her.
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I Was Hesitant to Date a Single Dad, but Discovering Something Shocking After He Moved Into My House Left Me Stunned
I came home expecting a quiet evening, but what I found instead shook me to the core. In that moment, I realized my trust had been betrayed, and my peaceful life was about to be turned upside down.
When I first started dating Ryan, I knew there would be challenges. I was stepping into a relationship with a man who had three young daughters, and I was prepared for the extra noise, the mess, and the constant whirlwind that would follow us wherever we went.
I had been living alone in my cozy, peaceful home for years and had gotten used to the calm and order that came with it. But I knew that loving Ryan meant embracing the chaos his daughters would bring, and I was ready to make the necessary sacrifices.
My home was my sanctuary, but I was willing to adjust. When Ryan moved in, I sacrificed my guest room and the upstairs rec room so the girls could have their own spaces. It wasn’t always easy.
I would often find myself retreating to my bedroom just to get a moment of quiet. But I was committed to making our new family dynamic work, so I kept reminding myself that this was what it meant to love someone—sacrifices, compromises, and the willingness to adapt.
But just when I thought I had a handle on things, the situation took a turn I never saw coming.
Ryan’s ex-wife, Laura, had always been a bit of a wild card. She was the kind of person who thrived on drama and attention. So, when she suddenly decided to get the girls a dog, three kittens, and a bunch of rodents, I wasn’t entirely surprised.
What did surprise me was the fact that her lease strictly prohibited pets. I couldn’t understand why she would make such a reckless decision, knowing it would cause problems. But I chalked it up to her trying to win the girls’ favor, hoping they’d see her as the “fun” parent.
I thought that would be the end of it, that she’d have to face the consequences of her actions on her own. “She’ll sort it out,” I muttered, hoping Ryan would agree. But that wasn’t the case. When her landlord found out about the pets and threatened to evict her, Ryan stepped in, determined to play the hero. “They can stay with us,” he told the girls with a reassuring smile, “We’ll make room.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief. “We can’t possibly take in all those animals, Ryan. You know I have allergies, we both work long hours, and let’s be honest, you’re not exactly the most reliable when it comes to keeping the house in order.”
He frowned, clearly taken aback. “But they’re just kids,” he pleaded. “They’ve already fallen in love with the animals. How can we take them away now?”
“I get that,” I replied, trying to stay calm. “But maybe a few of the rodents could stay, not the entire zoo. We can’t turn this place into a circus.”
The girls, overhearing our conversation, looked devastated. They had already become attached to the animals, and now they were faced with the possibility of losing them.
Ryan, caught in the middle, started sulking, his usual response when things didn’t go his way. Meanwhile, his ex, ever the drama queen, played the victim. She acted as if I was the evil stepmother ruining everyone’s fun, and that’s how the girls started to see me too.
Then, one afternoon, after a particularly exhausting day at work, I came home ready to unwind. As I pushed open the door, I froze. My living room looked like an animal shelter.
The dog was lounging on my couch, the kittens were scampering around like they owned the place, and the rodents were making themselves at home in the corners. My throat started itching almost immediately, my nose tingling with the telltale signs of an impending allergy attack.
I felt a surge of anger, betrayal burning in my chest. Ryan had brought all the animals over behind my back. As I stood there, trying to process what was happening, one of the girls, Emma, approached me, looking guilty.
She hesitated before blurting out, “Mom told us you wouldn’t mind the pets because you told her you liked animals. But when we were at dinner last week, I heard you tell Dad that you had allergies. I think Mom heard too.”
I didn’t react right away, just nodded and reassured her that it wasn’t her fault. But that was the first crack in the story I’d been told. Why was Ryan’s ex lying to her kids?
That’s when it clicked. Ryan’s ex had done this on purpose. She’d overheard me talking about my allergies and decided to use it against me, knowing it would cause chaos in our home. I was furious, but I also realized that I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.
That evening, I confronted Ryan. “Why did you bring the animals here without telling me?” I asked, my voice trembling with barely controlled anger.
He looked at me, guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. The girls were so upset, and I just wanted to make them happy.”
“And what about me?” I shot back. “You know I have allergies. You know how hard it is for me to keep up with the housework as it is. Why didn’t you talk to me first?”
Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t want to disappoint them.”
I shook my head, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. “Ryan, this isn’t just about the animals. It’s about trust. You went behind my back, and you let your ex manipulate you. We’re supposed to be a team, and right now, it feels like I’m fighting this battle alone.”
He looked at me, his expression softening. “You’re right. I should have talked to you first. I won’t let it happen again.”
But I wasn’t satisfied with just an apology. I needed to get to the bottom of what had really happened. I decided to dig deeper.
The next day, I made a few phone calls. It wasn’t hard to find the truth once I knew where to look. I managed to get in touch with her landlord under the guise of verifying some information about his other property. When I casually mentioned the pet situation, he was puzzled.
“I’ve never had a problem with pets,” he said. “In fact, I encourage it. Makes the place feel more like home, you know?”
That was all I needed to hear. Ryan’s ex had lied. She’d never been at risk of eviction. She’d used the pet issue as a way to manipulate the situation, knowing it would cause a rift between Ryan and me, and likely hoping I’d cave in to keep the peace.
That evening, I confronted Ryan again, this time with the full story. “I talked to her landlord,” I said, watching his face carefully. “He doesn’t have any problem with pets. She lied about being at risk of eviction.”
Ryan was floored. He stared at me, disbelief and anger flickering in his eyes. “She lied?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded. “She used the situation to stir up trouble between us. She knew it would cause problems, and she did it anyway.”
Ryan clenched his fists, anger radiating off him in waves. “I can’t believe she would do that. I feel like such an idiot.”
I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re not an idiot, Ryan. But you need to see her for who she really is. We can’t let her manipulate us like this. We need to be stronger together.”
He looked at me, a mixture of regret and determination in his eyes. “You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
The next day, I texted Ryan’s ex. I calmly explained that I knew the truth and that the animals needed to go back to her place. When she tried to argue, I reminded her that her own landlord had no issue with pets. She had no choice but to take them back.
The girls were understandably upset when they found out that their mom had lied to them about the pets. It wasn’t easy for them to reconcile that their mom had used them as pawns in her own game. But in the end, it brought some much-needed clarity to the situation.
Ryan and I had a serious talk about trust and communication. I made it clear that if we were going to make this work, we needed to be a team, making decisions together and not letting outside forces pull us apart. He agreed, and while things weren’t perfect, we were on the same page for the first time in a long while.
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