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When a middle-aged man spilled whiskey on my laptop mid-flight and dismissed my frustration with a smirk, I was furious but stayed silent. Little did he know, karma was waiting for him at 30,000 feet, and I had the perfect response when his arrogance turned to desperation. It’s said that karma has a way of balancing the scales, and I never believed it more than on this particular flight. My name is Becca, and I’m 26 years old.
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