It wasn’t her problem that they couldn’t plan ahead.
A woman who decided not to give up her first-class seat on a flight, even though she was traveling with a toddler, has gotten a lot of support on social media for her choice.
Dr. Sabra, who goes by @lifewithdrsabra on TikTok, shared her experience in a recent video.
She was asked to change her seat, 1A, to help another passenger.
In her video, Dr. Sabra added some text on the screen that said:
“From my point of view: The flight attendant asks me if I want to give up my seat 1A so a child can sit with their family.”
She had a big smile while sharing this message, showing she was happy to keep the seat she had paid for.
She even added a popular TikTok audio in the background where someone says, “Girl, forget those kids and forget you too.”
This clip is often used in videos where people refuse to give up something for someone else’s children.
The 1A seat, usually found in first class at the front of the plane, is a very desirable spot for travelers.
Dr. Sabra shared more details in the caption of her video.
She said she chose to keep her seat and that the family was able to “find a solution” to their seating problem without her having to move.
In her caption, she wrote: “That’s a no from me, would you have given up your seat?
“Plus, they found a solution, so I’m not a terrible person. Also, the child was about 13.”
The video has gone viral, getting 4.9 million views, and many viewers are supporting her choice in the comments.
Entitled Landlord Raised Our Rent by $650 – We Had Enough and Taught Him a Costly Lesson
When our landlord hiked our rent by $650, it was the last straw. Living in a rundown apartment with a broken fridge and constant harassment pushed us to the edge. Determined to get revenge, we concocted a clever plan to make him regret his greed and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
Dennis here. Let me tell you about the time my wife, Amber, and I dealt with the landlord from hell while saving for our dream house. It’s been a rollercoaster, but we learned a lot along the way
So, picture this: Amber and I moved into this tiny, run-down apartment a little over a year ago.
We were pinching pennies, trying to save up for a place of our own. The apartment was our stepping stone. Small, but we made it work. Amber decorated the place with some second-hand finds and DIY projects. I swear, she can make anything look good.
The trouble started right from the get-go.
We met our landlord, Mr. Williams, during the lease signing. Now, this guy looked like he had stepped right out of a 1980s corporate villain movie. Slicked-back hair, smug smile, and a suit that screamed “I have power, and I love it.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams,” Amber said, ever the polite one.
“Likewise,” he replied, barely looking up from the paperwork. “Let’s get this done quickly. I have other matters to attend to.”
We went through the motions, signing here and there. And then, like an idiot, I mentioned my income.
Amber and I brainstormed over a couple of beers one night, sketching out ideas on a napkin. We needed something that would hit Mr. Williams where it hurt but couldn’t be traced back to us.
Then it hit us—smells. Horrible, pervasive, can’t-get-rid-of-them smells.
“Alright,” I said, leaning back with a grin. “We need tuna, rotten eggs, milk, and dead mice.”
Amber chuckled. “This is going to be epic.”
We removed the tuna, cleaned out the rotten eggs, scrubbed the milk stains, and disposed of the dead mice. The smell finally began to dissipate.
“Good riddance,” Amber said, wiping her hands. “I hope he learned his lesson.”
And there you have it. The story of how we turned the tables on our greedy landlord and got the justice we deserved. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, remember: a little creativity and a lot of determination can go a long way!
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