Entitled Mother on the Plane Damaged My Daughter’s iPad – She Faced Regret Quicker Than I Ever Expected

An entitled mom thought breaking my little daughter’s iPad would end her son’s tantrums. But what came next left her more panicked than I could’ve imagined. Karma works fast… even at 30,000 feet!

I, Bethany, 35 years old, never thought a two-hour flight could change so much. But there I was, settling into my seat with my five-year-old daughter Ella next to me. As the plane taxied down the runway, I breathed a sigh of relief. Ella was contentedly watching cartoons on her iPad, headphones snug on her ears…

“You comfy, sweetie?” I asked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Ella nodded, her eyes glued to the screen. “Uh-huh. Can I have juice later?”

“Of course,” I smiled, reaching for my book. “Just let me know when you’re thirsty.”

As I cracked open my novel, movement across the aisle caught my eye. A family of three had just sat down: a couple and a little boy around Ella’s age. He was squirming in his seat, whining loudly.

“I’m bored!” he wailed, kicking the seat in front of him.

His mother shushed him. “We told you, no screens on this trip. Be a good boy.”

The boy’s whining intensified, and I saw his gaze lock onto Ella’s iPad.

Oh boy, I thought. This might be a long flight.

Twenty minutes in, a tap on my shoulder made me look up. The mom from across the aisle was leaning towards me, a tight smile on her face.

“Hi there! I couldn’t help but notice your daughter’s iPad. We’ve decided to be responsible parents and not give our son any screen time this vacation. Would you mind putting that away? It’s making him upset.”

I blinked, stunned by her audacity. “Excuse me?”

“It’s just… it’s not fair to him, you know?”

I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. “I’m sorry, but no. My daughter’s using it to stay calm during the flight.”

The woman’s smile vanished instantly. “Wow, really? You’d rather ruin our family trip than have your daughter take a break from her precious screen?”

“Listen,” I said, my patience wearing thin, “she’s quietly minding her own business. Your son could do the same if you’d brought him something to do.”

The woman, let’s just call her “Entitled Mom (EM)” was visibly frustrated.

“Some parents just can’t say no to their kids these days. No wonder they all end up spoiled.”

I turned back to my book, hoping that would end the conversation. But I could feel her glare burning into the side of my head.

“Everything okay, Mommy?” Ella asked, momentarily looking up from her show.

“Everything’s fine, sweetie. Just keep watching your cartoons.”

The next hour was tense. The boy’s tantrum escalated, his wails piercing through the cabin noise.

His parents shot us dirty looks every few minutes, as if we were personally responsible for their poor planning.

“I want that!” the boy shrieked, pointing at Ella’s iPad. “It’s not fair!”

His mother leaned over. “I know, honey. Some people are just SELFISH!”

I gritted my teeth, focusing on my book. The words blurred as I tried to block out the chaos around us. Ella remained oblivious, lost in her cartoons.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted beside us. Entitled Mom had leaned across the aisle, reaching for her bag. But instead of grabbing her belongings, her arm knocked into Ella’s tray table.

Time seemed to slow as I watched Ella’s iPad slide off the tray. It hit the floor with a sickening crack, the screen shattering into a spiderweb of fractures.

Ella’s scream cut through the air. “Mommy, my iPad!”

Entitled Mom’s face lit with fake surprise. “Oh no! I didn’t mean to do that! So clumsy of me!”

But I saw the glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. This was NO ACCIDENT.

“What is wrong with you?” I hissed.

She shrugged, not even trying to hide her smugness. “These things happen. Maybe it’s a sign she needs less screen time.”

I was about to unleash a torrent of words that would make a sailor blush when a flight attendant appeared.

“Is everything alright here?” she asked, eyeing the shattered iPad.

Entitled Mom’s act kicked into high gear. “Oh, it was just a terrible accident. I feel awful!”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the flight attendant cut me off with a sympathetic smile.

“I’m so sorry about your device, ma’am. Unfortunately, there’s not much we can do mid-flight. Please let us know if you need anything else.”

As she walked away, I turned to comfort my distraught daughter, knowing this battle was far from over. But it seemed karma had other plans.

With Ella’s iPad out of commission, the boy’s tantrum reached new heights. He bounced in his seat, kicked the chair in front of him, and yanked on the tray table.

“Sweetie, please settle down,” Entitled Mom pleaded.

“I’m bored! This is the worst trip ever!”

I watched from the corner of my eye, torn between sympathy for the child and a petty sense of satisfaction at Entitled Mom’s struggle.

Ella tugged on my sleeve, her eyes still watery. “Mommy, can you fix it?”

I hugged her close. “I’m sorry, sweetie. We’ll have to get it looked at when we land. How about we read a book instead?”

As I reached into my bag for another book, chaos erupted across the aisle.

The boy, in a fit of hyperactivity, had knocked over Entitled Mom’s coffee cup. The dark liquid spread across her lap and splashed into her open handbag.

“No, no, no!” she cried, frantically trying to save her belongings.

In her haste to rescue her bag, something fell out and landed on the floor. Yikes! It was a small blue booklet. I took a closer look and gasped. It was her PASSPORT!

Before anyone could react, her son’s foot came down on the fallen document, grinding it into the coffee-soaked carpet.

God, you should’ve seen Entitled Mom’s face. It was EPIC!

She snatched up the passport, but the damage was done. The pages were soaked through, stuck together in a soggy mess. The cover was warped beyond recognition. It looked like a water-logged, soggy piece of toast.

“Ma’am?” A flight attendant approached. “Is that your passport?”

Entitled Mom nodded, speechless for once.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to inform you that a damaged passport could cause serious issues when we land. Especially if you’re traveling internationally.”

Entitled Mom’s eyes widened in panic. She turned to her husband, seeking a way out. “What are we going to do? Our connecting flight to Paris leaves in three hours!”

Her husband shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. Maybe we can explain at customs?”

As they bickered, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of malevolence.

As the plane began its descent, Entitled Mom was frantically dabbing at her ruined passport with tissues, muttering under her breath. Her son, exhausted from his earlier tantrums, had finally fallen asleep.

I leaned over to Ella, who was reading her storybook with a big smile. “Great job, sweetie! You’re a real bookworm!”

She beamed at me, her earlier distress over the iPad forgotten. “Can we bake cupcakes when we get home, Mommy?”

“Absolutely,” I promised, ruffling her hair. “And maybe we can bake some cookies too!”

A soft whimper from across the aisle drew my attention. Entitled Mom was on the phone, her eyes brimming with panic.

“Yes, I understand it’s last minute, but we need to reschedule our entire trip. No, we can’t make the connecting flight. Because… because my passport is ruined.”

I couldn’t help but overhear as she explained the situation, detailing how she’d have to go through the process of getting an emergency passport before they could continue their journey.

As we began to taxi to our gate, Entitled Mom caught my eye as we stood to disembark.

For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of remorse in her eyes. But then her son started whining again, and the moment passed.

“Ready to go, Ella?” I asked, helping her gather her things.

“Can we get ice cream at the airport, Mommy?”

“I think we deserve a little treat, don’t you think?!” I laughed.

As we made our way off the plane, I couldn’t help but reflect on the bizarre turn of events. What had started as a simple two-hour flight had turned into a lesson in karma, patience, and the unpredictability of travel.

I glanced back one last time to see Entitled Mom still frantically trying to salvage her ruined passport. It was a grim reminder that our actions, good or bad, often have unexpected consequences.

Turns out, it wasn’t just Ella’s iPad that got ruined on that flight. Entitled Mom ended up losing something much more valuable!

As we walked hand in hand towards the baggage claim, I squeezed Ella’s fingers, thankful for the perspective this chaotic flight had given me. Sometimes, the best lessons come from the worst experiences.

Have you ever encountered a nightmare neighbor on a flight? Share your own flight horror stories in the comments!

Girl Doesn’t Invite Poor Granny to Fancy Wedding, Opens Her Old Rusty Gift Only after Her Death — Story of the Day

Jessica never appreciated her grandmother Donna and she would often mock her. In fact, when she got married, she didn’t even invite the poor woman. But the young lady regretted her decision when she opened her grandma’s wedding gift.

Jessica was born and raised in New York with business-oriented parents. Since she was a single child, she’d always been the center of attraction in her family, and her parents and grandmother had never let any of her requests go unanswered.

However, Jessica never appreciated their efforts and took them for granted. In fact, when she visited Donna’s house in Texas during her summer vacations, she was constantly annoyed with her, and when Donna’s health began to fail her, and she moved to New York, things only got worse.

Donna gifted an old chest to Jessica as a wedding present | Photo: Shutterstock

Donna gifted an old chest to Jessica as a wedding present | Photo: Shutterstock

One day, Donna decided to accompany Jessica to school because her parents had to leave urgently for work. Donna held Jessica’s hand at the crossing before the school because she was afraid to cross the road, but instead of standing by her grandmother, Jessica lashed out at her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped. “My friends will mock me if they see me coming to school with a poor old lady like you, so cross the road by yourself.”

Donna’s eyes welled up with tears. She swallowed her tears and struggled to cross the street that day, but Jessica wasn’t done mocking her.

Upon reaching the school, she didn’t even let Donna enter the campus. “You don’t have to come in, Grandma,” Jessica remarked. “You’ve already bothered me enough for the day, so go back home and ask mom to pick me up.”

The frail 80-year-old woman somehow hid her tears at her granddaughter’s remarks and strolled back home, hoping that things would change over time, but unfortunately, that did not happen.

Donna was hurt by Jessica's words | Photo: Pexels

Donna was hurt by Jessica’s words | Photo: Pexels

When Jessica turned 25, she announced her engagement to Edward. He was the son of her father’s business partner and was quite wealthy.

The families had planned for the wedding to take place a month after the engagement at the best wedding venue in New York. So when Jessica was putting together the guest list, she made sure Donna wasn’t on it.

“I have added everyone except Grandma because she won’t be coming,” Jessica said while they were discussing the wedding guests. “And I don’t want to talk about it any further.”

“But, honey,” her father explained, “she’s your grandmother. We can’t just abandon her like that!”

“He’s right, Jess,” her mother continued. “You can’t be so rude to her.”

“See guys, it’s MY wedding. Edward and I have waited for this moment for so long, and I don’t want to ruin it. Grandma is not up to our standard; let’s accept that, okay. So, SHE’S NOT COMING. Anyway, she’s living off us, so I don’t know how you guys will talk it out with her but make this clear to her,” Jessica said and walked away.

When everyone sat down for breakfast the following day, Jessica’s parents were still debating how to tell Donna about the conversation they had with their daughter the night before.

Donna was not invited to Jessica's wedding | Photo: Pexels

Donna was not invited to Jessica’s wedding | Photo: Pexels

But Donna had overhead everything, so before anyone else said anything, she spoke up. “I’m sorry, everyone,” she began. “I know Jessica’s wedding is next month, but I don’t think I’ll be able to attend.”

“That’s sad, Grandma,” Jessica responded, trying to hide her delight at her grandmother’s words. “But it’s okay, I understand.”

“I’m sure you do, honey,” Donna remarked. “I wish you two a happy married life!” Then the poor woman got up and left.

Jessica’s wedding took place a month later, and everything went exactly as she had planned. The wedding hall was beautiful, and most importantly, Donna wasn’t there. Jessica was thrilled, to say the least. But the next day, when she answered the door, she saw Donna standing there with an old chest in her hand.

“What on earth are you doing here?” Jessica exploded. “I told my in-laws you weren’t feeling well, that’s why you didn’t show up to the wedding. Do you want to expose me as a liar in front of them? Is this some sort of retaliation?”

“No, honey,” Donna clarified. “I just came to say hello and to give you your wedding gift. I could have parceled it to you, but I wanted to give it to you personally.”

Donna showed up at Jessica's doorstep the next day | Photo: Pexels

Donna showed up at Jessica’s doorstep the next day | Photo: Pexels

“There was no need for that, and I don’t need anything from you, so just go!” Jessica chastised. But then Edward came in and interrupted them. “What a delightful surprise, Mrs. Matthews! I heard you were ill. Are you feeling any better now?”

“Of course I am!” Donna cracked a grin. “I just came to say hello to you two. I’m sorry I couldn’t attend the wedding.”

“Oh, it’s fine!” Edward explained. “Please come in.”

Edward escorted Donna inside, served her tea, and later drove her home. Jessica spoke politely to Donna in front of everyone and accepted her gift, but when she left, she threw it in the corner of her room and forgot about it.

In fact, she never contacted Donna after that day, and a few weeks later, she left with Edward for their honeymoon in Las Vegas. When she returned, though, she learned Donna had passed away. But Jessica was hardly concerned and was instead preoccupied with deciding which brand to wear to the funeral.

Finally, after two hours of perusing her outfits, she decided on a Gucci dress. She went on to look for matching earrings when her attention was drawn to the chest Donna had given her.

Donna had left a letter for Jessica | Photo: Pexels

Donna had left a letter for Jessica | Photo: Pexels

Oh, poor thing! Jessica said as she glanced at the rusty box. She could never match our standards. Did she really think I’d accept this disgusting chest as a gift?

However, when she opened it, her expression changed. The chest included an expensive diamond pendant, a photo album, and a note addressed to her on the top. Jessica unfolded the letter and began to read it.

“I’m sorry I could never provide you with the things you loved, Jessica,” it began. “But trust me, I love you a lot. I wanted to be the best grandmother to you, but fate had other plans for us.

“Anyway, I wish you a happy married life, honey. Edward is a wonderful man. Please accept this small gift from Grandma as a wedding present. And don’t be mad at me because I didn’t ask your parents for money. I used my savings and decided to give you something you’d like. I hope you won’t be ashamed of me this time. Love, Grandma Donna.”

Jessica’s eyes welled up as she finished reading the letter. She cautiously opened the pendant, and when she looked closer, she noticed a childhood photo of her with her grandma cuddling. They looked sweet and happy. The woman also looked through all her childhood pics in the big old photo album.

Jessica found a pendant inside the chest | Photo: Pexels

Jessica found a pendant inside the chest | Photo: Pexels

Jessica couldn’t fight back the tears at this point. “I’m so sorry, grandma. I always hated you, but all you did was love me. I’m sorry!” She burst out crying.

Later that day, when everyone left after the funeral, she sat beside her grandmother’s grave, clutching the old scarf that she always wore.

“I’m sorry, grandma,” she sobbed, holding her gift. “That I was never a granddaughter to you. I hope you’re happy wherever you are. I know nothing I do now will change anything, but I just want you to know how much I adore you!”

What can we learn from this story?

  • Act before it’s too late. Jessica realized her grandmother’s love for her, but it was too late by then.
  • Learn to be kind and respectful. Unlike Jessica, who did nothing but disrespect her grandmother all her life.

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