Finally, after a few rounds of this aromatic assault, the woman relented. She pulled her feet back, and I watched with satisfaction as she reluctantly tucked them onto the floor. I felt a sense of triumph, not just because her feet were no longer an annoyance, but because I had managed to stand up for my husband and myself in a clever, non-confrontational way.
The rest of the flight passed peacefully, and as we disembarked, I noticed the woman eyeing me with a mix of irritation and grudging respect. I hoped she had learned a small lesson in courtesy and self-awareness. As for me, I had discovered the power of creativity in tackling everyday rudeness, a lesson I would carry with me on future journeys.