After a long and exhausting swimming competition in London, James boards

an eight-hour flight to New York with one goal in mind: sleep. He’s fully

prepared, equipped with earplugs and sleeping pills, ready to relax and

tune out the world. But any hope for rest quickly disappears when the woman

assigned to the aisle seat arrives. From the moment she sits down, it’s

clear—she’s going to be a problem. She immediately begins complaining

about the lack of legroom, repeatedly presses the call button, a

nd makes snide remarks about everything around her. Within minutes, she loudly

declares that she’s a victim of a “human rights violation.”James, seated

in the middle, and the quiet woman by the window, are soon caught in the chaos.

The aisle-seat woman constantly elbows them, complains nonstop, and rants

loudly enough for half the cabin to hear. Flight attendants do their best

to manage her, trying to calm her down with patience and professionalism.

But no approach seems to work—she just grows more demanding with time,

At one point, she even insists that James and the woman next to the window

should move, simply so she can have more room to stretch out. By the fourth hour,

James is completely fed up, his patience hanging by a thread. When the plane

finally lands, the woman leaps out of her seat the moment the wheels

touch down—ignoring the seatbelt sign—and rushes toward the front,

Just then, the captain’s voice comes through the speaker: “We have a special

guest onboard today…” He walks down the aisle, stops at James’s row, and says,

“Here she is in seat 42C! Let’s give her a round of applause.” The cabin erupts

in laughter as the woman’s face turns crimson. James and the window-seat

woman exchange a smile, both relieved it’s finally over—and silently vowing never to fly with a “Karen” again.