Some people fly first class, others just LARP as the kind of person who does. Nothing says “generational wealth” like carefully curating the performance of having it.

What would you do if you witnessed some nonsense going down at your work while you were off-duty? One flight attendant recently shared an example of this from her own experience on Reddit. Here’s what went down.

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This one was on my day off, which somehow makes it worse.

I was non-revving with my partner, which means I am just a regular passenger.

Except I am absolutely not a regular passenger, because I cannot turn off the part of my brain that is clocking everything happening around me.

This makes sense for anyone in any off-duty job setting.

We are headed to CUN* and are seated across the aisle from two women in their early twenties.

They are in seats A and B, while we were in D and E.

And from the moment we boarded, it was clear that they had brought a very specific energy onto that aircraft.

You can already guess the one…

You know these people: every public action is an audition for Bravo. Loud. Performative.

Every sentence designed to be overheard. Lots of “oh emmmmm geeeee” and exaggerated reactions and narrating their own lives.

And listen: I am not the fun police.

Hmm…we’ll be the judge of that.

I am not here to shut down joy.

If you want to laugh and have a good time, I genuinely love that for you.

I love to have a good time, too.

We’ll assume that’s the truth for the sake of the story.

But there is a volume threshold in shared spaces.

I think we can all agree when we’re flying commercial airlines, you need to share the air.

These ladies blew past any reasonable person’s tolerance levels about ten minutes into boarding.

Yikes, that’s going to be a long flight.

It escalated over the boarding process and through takeoff.

It got to the shrieking, scream-laughing stage about 45 minutes into the 5 hour flight.

So I leaned forward, caught one of their eyes, smiled and waved a friendly hand.

This can’t be good…

In the calmest, most neutral tone I could manage I said, “Hey, would you girls mind bringing it down just a notch?”

I gave the international hand signs for ‘take it down a bit’ like I’m dialing a volume knob.

No attitude. No edge. No attempt to embarrass them.

They surely didn’t take it that way.

Just a polite, adult request that they take a second to recalibrate.

Which they did not appreciate.

Immediately, I hear: “This lady is telling us to shut up,” followed by a recap of the interaction to the person who was also witness to the exchange, who is sitting 11 inches from their face.

This debacle isn’t ending here.

Over. And over. And over again.

At this point, I am still behaving.

I am still minding my business.

Which sounds hard to do in this case.

I am still choosing peace…until the beverage service.

The flight attendant comes by, and the girls order beers.

Interesting.

That beer sounds like it’s been the star of the show so far.

Because I had seen them at the gate and they were not starting from zero.

So when the flight attendant asked what I wanted, I leaned in and said: “Hey, I’m a flight attendant with Delta, and I saw those two girls having quite a bit to drink at the gate. I just want to make sure we’re not over-serving.”

And that was that.

That will bring things to a screeching halt.

No more drinks for the girls for the rest of the flight.

Not a dramatic consequence.

Just a quiet inconvenience that would slightly dampen their vibe for the rest of the flight.

At least wine glasses weren’t thrown in faces like an actual reality show.

And I sat back in my seat like the pettiest version of myself, fully aware of what I had just done.

Was it necessary? Debatable.

That certainly depends who you ask.

Did it feel incredibly satisfying, as if I had single-handedly brought slightly more balance to the universe?

Absolutely. Almost as satisfying as the vodka club sodas I drank the rest of the way.

Ironically, it doesn’t sound like this woman lets a lot fly. Let’s see what the traveling pack on Reddit thought about this riveting story…

The comments were fairly divided over the narrator’s POV.

A few held flight attendants in very high regard.

Others took away an important lesson.

Another didn’t feel so fondly towards the OP.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about an employee who quiet quit, then quit for real, following a no-overtime mandate.

And someone else shared a witty observation.

Her expectations for herself outside of work are still sky high.