Melissa turned to the young woman, her expression shifting to one of polite authority. “Excuse me, miss, but I need you to move your foot into your own seating area. It’s a safety issue.”

The woman rolled her eyes dramatically, sighing as if carrying the burdens of the world. “Fine,” she muttered, retracting her foot with reluctance that made every movement seem exaggerated.

But as soon as Melissa walked back to her station, the foot returned to its previous position, like a defiant child. A collective groan echoed through the cabin, followed by murmurs of frustration. The man across from me shook his head, and the woman with the scarf let out an audible “Oh, come on!”