I’m Becca, a 26-year-old freelance graphic designer, flying to visit my seriously ill grandmother. My laptop is essential for my work, so when a middle-aged man spilled whiskey all over it during the flight, I was devastated. He smirked and showed no remorse, leaving me furious but silent.

The man was arrogant and rude, dismissing my frustration with a condescending remark. My laptop was soaked, flickering, and ruined my lifeline to work and family communication destroyed in an instant. Despite my anger, I held back tears, knowing he wasn’t worth it.

Then, the captain announced all connecting flights were canceled due to weather. Panic replaced the man’s earlier smugness as he scrambled to fix his plans. Calmly, I used the in-flight Wi-Fi to rebook my own flight while he helplessly watched.

Finally, he begged to use my phone, but I refused, reminding him of his earlier cruelty with a sharp retort. Karma had caught up to him at 30,000 feet, proving that sometimes life balances the scales in the most satisfying ways.