Being a flight attendant seems like a dream job — prestige and traveling sounds perfect. But Dina knew the other side of it: dealing with rude passengers and facing sexism regularly. One day, she stood up to a sexist in a café. Little did she know, the man she spilled coffee on was her new pilot. Diana and her fellow flight attendants sat huddled around a small table in the bustling airport café, their laughter filling the air as they sipped on steaming cups of coffee. It was one of those rare moments between flights where they could relax and swap stories about the passengers they’d encountered.
Each flight attendant took turns sharing their most ridiculous or rude passenger experiences, trying to outdo each other. “Okay, you’ve got to hear this one,” Diana said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “This guy actually argued with me about how the seatbelt worked. He kept insisting I was doing it wrong! He even said, ‘Sweetheart, I think I know how a belt works better than you.’” “Did he really call you sweetheart?” Hana, her fellow flight attendant, asked, shaking her head. “Unbelievable!”
Just as they were laughing about another story, Diana noticed a man sitting alone at a nearby table. He looked to be in his late 30s, with a smug grin plastered across his face. His arms were crossed, and his gaze was locked on their group. Something about the way he was watching them felt off.
“Listening to you all complain about the men you’re supposed to be serving. I mean, isn’t it your job to do what you’re told and keep quiet? Typical women.” The air around their table shifted instantly. The giggles and smiles vanished, replaced by a heavy silence. “At least we know how to do our jobs properly,” she said, her voice cold and steady. “Maybe you should learn how to keep your mouth shut.” Tony didn’t respond immediately. He was caught off guard by her directness, but the smug grin remained. Diana wasn’t finished, though. Without a second thought, she grabbed it, her heart racing, and in one swift motion, she poured the hot liquid all over Tony’s crisp white shirt.
The café gasped in unison as Tony shot up from his seat, the scalding coffee soaking into his shirt. “What the—!” he yelled, frantically trying to wipe away the dark stains. His face twisted in disbelief and anger as the other patrons in the café stared, some in shock, others trying to hide their amusement. “Some people need a little lesson in respect. He was one of them.” They all laughed, walking confidently toward the gate for their next flight, leaving Tony behind, still fuming, his shirt soaked and his pride bruised. Little did Diana know, this encounter was far from over.
As the crew busily prepared for their upcoming flight, Diana couldn’t help but feel a small sense of pride. She had stood up for herself, something that didn’t always come easy when dealing with rude passengers. Now, with her mind back on her duties, she was ready to get the job done