Entitled Passenger Spilled His Drink on My Laptop, Completely Ruining It – Karma Caught Up With Him as Soon as We Landed

I gasped, quickly lifting my laptop to save it from the spill. My hands were shaking as I turned to look at the man. The whiskey had spilled everywhere—on my jeans, on the seat, and my laptop took the worst hit.

The man glanced at the mess, then at me. His expression was one of mild annoyance as if this was somehow my fault.

“Could you at least apologize?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’ve ruined my laptop.”

He looked at me with a smirk, the kind that made my blood boil.

“What are you going to do, cry about it?” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. He didn’t even try to help or offer to pay for the damage. Instead, he just went back to his phone as if nothing had happened.

I stared at him, stunned. My laptop was ruined. It was my lifeline to work, my way of staying connected with my family. And now, thanks to this man, it was nothing more than an expensive paperweight.

I wanted to say something, to tell him how wrong he was, but the words got stuck in my throat. I was too angry, too shocked. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. But I wasn’t going to cry, not in front of him. He wasn’t worth it.

Instead, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I wiped the laptop as best as I could, but it was no use. The screen was flickering, and the keyboard was soaked. I knew it was beyond saving.

The rest of the flight passed in a blur. I couldn’t focus on anything except the growing anger and frustration inside me. But just as I was lost in my thoughts, the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just received word that due to severe weather conditions in the area, all connecting flights have been canceled. Please check with the gate agent upon landing for rebooking options.”

The news hit the cabin like a wave, and a collective groan rose from the passengers. I felt the weight of frustration in the air, but strangely, I wasn’t upset. My priority was reaching my grandmother, and at that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

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