Airlines these days often push the boundaries, with no feasible option to drive across the ocean. Overbooked flights, extra charges for standard luggage, and unusual seating configurations are all part of the modern flying experience.
One woman recently turned to the internet for advice after declining a first-class seat upgrade she had earned on a flight she had long looked forward to. She had booked the flight early and accumulated enough travel points to secure the upgrade. However, shortly after takeoff, a flight attendant asked her to move to a lower-class seat.
Flying first class isn’t always stress-free.
The woman (23F) explained that she had spent a year meticulously planning her trip to San Francisco, booking her tickets well in advance.
A month or two before her flight, the airline contacted her with the news that she would be upgraded to first class, thanks to her travel points and membership status. This was her first time flying in first class, and she was thrilled.
Before the flight, she made sure to enjoy everything the lounge had to offer, preparing for the 13-hour journey. Once on board, she settled into the comfort of first class.
However, about an hour after takeoff, a flight attendant approached her with a request: would she switch seats with a 10-year-old boy in economy so he could sit with his parents, who were in first class?
The parents had received upgrades due to their membership status, but their son hadn’t been eligible. As a result, while they enjoyed first-class seats, their son was seated in economy.
The flight attendant presented options that made it seem like moving was the only choice. She mentioned that the woman could receive another complimentary upgrade on a future flight or a full refund for the current one if she agreed to switch. The woman asked if she could remain in her seat, feeling as though she was being pressured to give it up. The attendant explained that only the woman and the boy’s parents had received upgrades, and no other first-class seats were available. Therefore, the boy would have to take her seat if he was to join his parents.
The woman reflected that in a different situation—like if first class had been overbooked or if the parents had purchased their tickets—things might have been different. However, since she had earned the upgrade through her frequent flyer status, she felt it was fair to keep her seat. The flight attendant remained polite and understanding, accepting her decision without further pressure and assuring her the issue would be handled.
The woman never saw the parents, who were seated far from her, but she did face criticism from an elderly woman next to her. The woman scolded her for allowing a child to sit alone for 13 hours. While the thought of a child flying unaccompanied for such a long time was troubling, the woman noticed the boy regularly walking up and down the aisles to visit his parents, so he wasn’t truly alone.
Now, the woman asks: AITA for refusing to switch seats, or is this what people consider being an a-hole?
I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
It was just supposed to be a regular family celebration—my mother-in-law’s birthday. But when I went into the basement, I found something shocking: a ritual that made me question everything, especially the woman who raised my husband.
Honestly, this was wild! My mother-in-law has really lost it!
So, here’s what happened.
It was Jane’s birthday party. The whole family was there, and everything seemed fine. People were laughing, drinks were flowing, and she was acting sweet and welcoming.
You know, typical family stuff. I had only been married to Willis for a month, so I was still figuring out the whole in-law situation and trying to get along. But if someone had told me earlier what I was about to find, I would have thought they were joking.
Willis and I were in the living room with the guests when Jane, my mother-in-law, casually mentioned we were out of wine.
“Chelsea, dear, could you and Willis go down to the basement and get some bottles for the guests?” she asked, smiling in that warm but slightly forced way she always did. I didn’t think much of it, so I nodded and followed Willis downstairs.
The moment we stepped into the basement, something felt off. Maybe it was the musty smell, the dim lighting, or just a feeling deep in my gut telling me to leave. There was an eerie silence that hung in the air like a bad sign. I glanced at Willis, but he seemed completely unaware of anything unusual.
He walked straight to the wine rack, chatting about how his mom loved a good Chardonnay, while I lingered by the stairs, looking around. That’s when I saw it.
In the far corner of the basement, past the shelves of old family albums and dusty boxes, was a small table. On it sat a framed photo of… me.
“Uh, Willis?” I called out, my voice a bit shaky.
“What’s up?” he replied, still focused on grabbing a bottle.
“There’s a picture of me over here…”
He stood up, holding two bottles of wine, and walked over, looking confused. I pointed to the table, and that’s when he noticed it too.
“Why is your picture here?” he muttered. That’s when I spotted the candles.
Thirteen candles. Eight were lined up in front of my photo, one in each corner of the room, and one right in the center, right on the floor.
“What the hell?” I whispered, feeling my stomach drop. “Why are there candles? And why are they all around my photo?”
Willis blinked, just as shocked. “I…I don’t know. This is weird.”
“Weird?” I snapped, my voice rising. “This is more than weird, Willis! This is freakin’ creepy!”
I rushed to the table, my heart racing with questions. Why would Jane have a picture of me like this? Was it some sort of ritual? A strange family tradition? Or something darker?
I turned to Willis, my heart pounding, feeling like I had stepped into a horror movie. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with disbelief, as if he had seen something much worse than just a weird setup of candles and my photo.
“Willis,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “What… What is this? What’s happening?”
He didn’t respond right away. He just stood there, staring at the candles, his breathing shallow. I could see the panic building in his eyes, the kind of fear that freezes you.
“Willis?” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Please, talk to me.”
Finally, he turned to me, his lips parting slightly, but no words came out. After what felt like forever, he spoke, his voice hoarse and shaky. “I… I think my mother’s been using a spell,” he stammered.
“A curse?” My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”
He took a deep breath, clearly struggling with whatever awful truth he was about to share. “My grandmother… she was into all this—this dark stuff. Witchcraft, curses, spells. I—I never believed it, but…”
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice almost breaking. “She taught my mom everything. And I think—Chelsea, I think my mom’s been trying to curse you.”
I stared at him, my mind racing. “Curse me? For what?”
I blinked, and there it was: positive.
“Willis!” I shouted, barely able to contain my excitement. “Willis, come here!”
He rushed in, panic flashing across his face. “What? What’s wrong?”
I held up the test, my hands shaking. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then his face broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.
“You’re—wait, we’re—” He stammered, pulling me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. “We’re having a baby?!”
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