Entitled Couple on Plane Demands I Cover My Face Because My Scars ‘Scare’ Them — Flight Attendant & Captain Put Them in Their Place
Carla’s mending wounds are the object of a nasty couple’s contempt when she boards a plane, leading to a heated argument in the cabin. The couple’s demands for action quickly increase what starts off as silent endurance, requiring the crew to intervene.
Perhaps the way people stared made the airport feel colder than normal. I held onto my boarding pass as if it were my sole source of support, keeping my head down.
Even though the scar across my face was still healing, it already seemed to have become an integral part of who I was. People began to notice the scar before they saw me anymore.
The injuries occurred in an automobile accident one month ago. A piece of glass cut deep into my face as the airbag deployed while I was a passenger. Despite their prompt action and careful suturing, the doctors were unable to stop the jagged line from appearing.
“Early scar tissue,” as my dermatologist referred to it, is red, glossy, and raw. It extended across my cheek, down my brow, an inch above my hairline, and ended close to my jawline. My cheek had an indentation where the incision had been deepest, and a portion of my eyebrow would never grow back.
I had bandages on my face for weeks. I was initially afraid to look in the mirror. But I was forced to face it as the wounds healed and the bandages were removed.
My buddies made an effort to lift my spirits by calling it mysteriously sexy and badass. It was difficult for me to trust them when passersby glanced at me or hastily averted their gaze.
The recovery procedure was unpleasant and took a long time. I made sure the skin remained moisturised and clean by applying the ointments and lotions the physician suggested every morning.
However, the sleek, glossy look and the strong red lines that seemed to be screaming for attention were unchangeable with any amount of care. Even though I knew they would eventually diminish, the idea that they would never completely go made me anxious.
I could feel every eye on me as I made my way to my seat on the aircraft. My heart pounding, I sank into the window seat.
I had at least gotten on early to avoid the crowds. I put on my headphones and allowed the music to take my mind off of my problems. I prayed for a calm, uncomplicated flight as I closed my eyes.
I heard voices when I awoke. loud ones.
One of the men complained, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” “These are our seats?” He sounded abrasive, as if he were upset with the world.
“Row 5B and 5C,” a woman’s irritated, clipped voice answered. “It’s okay. Simply take a seat.
There was a lot of grunting and shifting as the couple took their seats beside me. I closed my eyes in the hopes that they would go away. The man’s voice was gravelly and coarse. “I don’t think this is true. This is what we get for paying for this flight? Seats at the last minute next to—” He came to a halt.
“Next to what?” The woman’s voice rose as she enquired. “Oh.” I could feel her gaze on me. My skin pricked. “You’ve got to be joking.”
My heart thumping, I remained motionless. Just shut up, please.
“Hey, lady!” The man gave a bark. I gently opened my eyes and faced him. He winced and then frowned. “Can’t you cover that up or something?”
Too astonished to speak, I blinked
The woman snarled, “Tom,” and put her jumper sleeve over her nose. “That is repulsive. How could they have allowed her to board in such a manner?
“Exactly!” Tom pointed a finger at me as he leaned forward. “You realise that this is a public space? That is not necessary for anyone to see.
My face flushed. My throat caught the words. No voice came out when I tried to explain and let them know that I couldn’t help.
The woman’s voice was rough and nasal as she asked, “Are you just going to sit there?” “Unbelievable.”
Tom gestured down a flight attendant while leaning into the aisle. “Hey! Is there anything you can do? My girlfriend is going crazy.
The flight attendant came over, her face composed yet grave. “Is there a problem, sir?”
“Yeah, there’s a problem,” reported Tom. “Look at her!” He gave me a jab with his thumb. It’s causing my girlfriend distress. Is there any way you could shift her to the back?
The attendant turned to look at me. After a brief moment of softening, she turned back to face the man. “Every person has a right to their seat, sir. Can I be of any assistance to you?
“I just told you!” Tom lost his temper. “That’s how she looks while she sits there. It’s disgusting. She ought should have to hide it or relocate.
“I can’t even look at her,” the woman continued. I’ll vomit.”
The flight attendant stood up straight, her voice hard and cold. “I must beg you to speak more quietly, sir or ma’am. This type of conduct is unacceptable.
Tom laughed. “Action? What about the way she behaved? It’s rude! She’s frightening people.
Ignoring him, the attendant leaned slightly in my direction. “Miss, are you okay?”
I gave a rigid nod, hardly able to contain my emotions.
The attendant straightened up once again. She said, “I’ll be right back,” in a firm voice. “Excuse me for a moment.”
Tom reclined back in his seat, grumbling to himself as she made her way to the cockpit. The woman next to him scowled out the aisle while folding her arms. I wished I could vanish as I gazed out the window.
The gentle hum of the engines was the only sound in the cabin. I tried not to cry as I kept my gaze fixed on the seatback in front of me. Someone murmured from a few rows back. I thought they were referring to me.
The intercom squealed. Calm but firm, the captain’s voice could be heard.
This is your captain, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve received reports of conduct that is inconsistent with the civil atmosphere we aim to uphold on this journey. I would want to remind everyone that any form of harassment or discrimination will not be accepted. Please be respectful of your fellow travellers.
The cabin was rocked by the statement. Passengers shifted in their seats and looked towards row 5 as heads turned. My stomach turned when I noticed someone on the other side of the aisle shaking their head disapprovingly.
The flight attendant reappeared, poised and calm. Leaning into our row, she spoke directly to the pair. “Mr. and Ms., I’ll need you to move to seats 22B and 22C at the back of the plane.”
The man appeared in disbelief. “What?” he growled. “We’re not moving!
“Sir,” the flight attendant stated decisively, “this cannot be negotiated. The flight has been interrupted by your actions, and we must make sure that everyone is comfortable.”
The woman yelled, “This is ridiculous,” and tightened her jumper. “What is the reason behind our punishment? The issue is being caused by her.
There was no flinch from the flight attendant. “Your new chairs are prepared, ma’am. Please collect your things.
The man frowned, crimson in the face from rage. He murmured, “This is insane,” and pulled his luggage out from beneath the seat. The woman took her handbag and followed, complaining loudly. Nearby passengers looked on in silence, their faces displaying everything from silent satisfaction to contempt.
Someone clapped as the pair walked down the aisle. Then another. The cabin erupted in cheers as the sound intensified. I bit my lip in an attempt to contain my tears. This time, it was the odd, unexpected comfort of the gesture rather than embarrassment.
With a gentle expression, the flight attendant turned to face me. “I want to apologise for what transpired, Miss. That shouldn’t have to happen to anyone.
Unconfident in my voice, I nodded.
She went on to say, “We have an open seat in business class,” “As a courtesy, we would like to relocate you there. Is that acceptable?
I paused. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”
She said, “You’re not causing trouble,” in a gentle tone. “Please. Let us look after you.
With a nod, I muttered, “Thank you.”
She brought me a tiny bag of cookies and a cup of coffee as I took my seat, then left me to unwind. The clouds were a faint white haze against the unending blue as I gazed out the window. The knot in my chest relaxed as my breathing slowed.
I cried for the first time in what seemed like weeks. Tears fell silently down my cheeks. I reflected on what my friends had said, telling me that despite my scars, I was still myself. One had remarked, “You’re still beautiful,” “You’re just fierce now too.”
Once more, I peered out the window. Far into the horizon, the clouds appeared to go on forever. I stopped crying. The air filled my lungs like a promise as I inhaled deeply.
I felt hope, something I hadn’t felt in weeks, as the plane sailed ahead.
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