On the plane, a young man had placed his dirty and foul-smelling foot directly on my armrest. I asked him several times to remove his foot, but he replied:
— No, I’m fine like this. If it bothers you, plug your nose or change seats.😨😲😨
On the plane, a young man had placed his dirty and foul-smelling foot directly on my armrest. I asked him several times to remove it, but I quickly realized he had no respect for politeness or for others. 😨😲
I was traveling to see my parents again after almost a year of separation. All I wanted was to enjoy the flight peacefully, close my eyes, and rest during those five long hours of travel.
But my plans were ruined just a few minutes after takeoff.
A disgusting smell suddenly spread around me. At first, I thought it came from food or a problem on the plane. Then I looked down… and discovered a bare, dirty foot placed right next to me.
The smell was unbearable.
I turned around and saw a young man sitting behind me, completely relaxed, as if this behavior were normal. The passengers around were already grimacing and whispering.
— Please remove your foot.
He barely looked at me.
— No, I’m fine like this.
I calmly insisted: — This is my armrest.
He smiled arrogantly.
— Then change seats.
I pushed his foot away, but he immediately put it back. The smell kept getting stronger, and several passengers were now watching the scene with disgust.
— Your foot really smells bad. Remove it, you’re disturbing everyone.
He looked at me with contempt.
— Plug your nose.
That’s when I realized that with some people, kindness doesn’t work. So I decided to teach him respect in a very simple way… 😒😧
👉 The continuation of the story is in the first comment 👇👇․
When the man finally fell asleep, his head leaning against the window, the silence in the cabin gave me a strange determination. I quietly opened my bag and took out a small tube of red gouache paint that I had brought to pass the time during the trip.
Without making a sound, I slightly turned and began covering his foot resting on my armrest. The bright red contrasted with the dirty skin, and within a few minutes his foot looked completely absurd. A few passengers noticed the scene and exchanged surprised looks, some trying to hide a smile.
I stayed calm, as if nothing had happened, then closed my bag and waited.
A few minutes later, he suddenly woke up, disturbed by a strange sensation. He looked at his foot and exclaimed:
— What did you do?!
Without any stress, I replied:
— In my seat area, I do what I want. If it bothers you, remove your foot.
The passengers around quietly burst out laughing, while the man froze, visibly humiliated and speechless, finally pulling his foot away in anger.
