After months of exhausting work, I finally treated myself to a rare luxury: a first-class ticket for my European vacation. I was excited for comfort, champagne, and peace. But as soon as I got to my seat, reality hit hard—a local reality TV star, Mr. Thames, was already sprawled out in it like he owned the plane. Sunglasses indoors, smug attitude, and zero shame.

Without even acknowledging me properly, he snapped his fingers at a flight attendant and said, “I need more space. Can you find her another seat?” The flight was full, and I calmly told him I wasn’t moving. But his arrogance only grew. “Do you even know who I am?” he sneered.

That’s when I got a better idea than just arguing. I stood up and pretended to give in. I walked to economy and found a visibly pregnant woman with a toddler on her lap, looking exhausted. “Would you like to switch seats with me?” I asked. Her grateful expression said everything.

We returned to first class together, and Mr. Thames’s face went from smug to horrified. The toddler immediately began exploring—and poking at his stuff. The mom recognized him and asked, “Aren’t you that annoying TV star always in the news?” The rest of the flight, he was stuck with her nonstop chatter and a restless kid. Priceless. I may have ended up in a cramped economy seat, but I wore my eye mask with pride. The pregnant woman got the comfort she deserved, and Mr. Thames got a lesson in humility. Some call it petty—I call it respect served at 30,000 feet.