On a long overnight flight from New York to London, I settled

in with a stack of books, ready for a quiet trip.

Next to me sat a teenage boy watching loud action shows on his tablet.

Despite wearing headphones, the sound was blaring.

I politely asked him to turn it down — twice. He smiled and said

“sure,” but never did. His mom sat on the aisle, acting like

she owned the row. She didn’t say a word about the noise — just

flipped through her magazine like I didn’t exist. Later,

I opened the window shade to get some natural light for reading.

Without a word, the teen slammed it shut. I opened it again

— he shut it again. This silent tug-of-war continued until his mom

finally snapped, “He’s trying to sleep! Just leave it down!”

I calmly replied, “And I’m trying to read.” She huffed and jabbed

the call button. When the flight attendant arrived,

the mom loudly complained that I was disturbing her son’s sleep.

I explained my side, holding up my book. The flight attendant nodded,

then leaned in and whispered, “I have a solution.” She smiled and

offered me a free upgrade to an empty business class seat

— peace, quiet, and my own window. But the cherry on top?

She returned and filled my old seat with a very large man who needed more room. He politely took the aisle seat,

leaving the entitled mom and her son squished in the middle and window — both clearly uncomfortable.

As I sipped champagne and read in silence up front, I glanced back once. The look on their faces? Absolutely priceless.