Spoiled Boy Mocks Stewardess Not Knowing His Rich Dad Has Been Watching Him

Seventeen-year-old Andrew came from a wealthy background and was accustomed to having his way. If things didn’t go as he expected, he treated people poorly. One day, his father decided it was time for Andrew to learn a valuable lesson in respect after witnessing him ridicule a flight attendant.

“Can you move any faster?” Andrew complained impatiently to an elderly man in front of him as he made his way to his assigned seat on the plane. The older man, struggling to walk, was being aided by a young flight attendant—a red-haired woman with freckles. Andrew was in such a hurry to sit down that he rudely pushed past them, not even bothering to apologize for his impolite behavior.

After the pre-flight safety briefing, the plane ascended into the sky. Since Andrew had been flying frequently since the age of five, he found the safety instructions tedious. He lifted the window shade to gaze outside, releasing a deep sigh. Anxious to get home, he felt trapped in the long-haul flight. In an attempt to entertain himself, he unfastened his seatbelt and stood up to retrieve his tablet from the overhead storage.

“Excuse me, sir,” the flight attendant who had assisted the older passenger earlier approached him. “Your bag is sticking out. You didn’t properly secure the compartment,” she pointed out.

“Then why don’t you do it instead of just standing there and staring? That’s not my responsibility,” Andrew retorted with a scowl.

Frustrated and restless, Andrew was already in a sour mood. The only thing lifting his spirits was the thought of returning home for the holidays after enduring his first semester at boarding school, which he had loathed. He longed for his high-end gaming computer and the luxury vehicle he had received for his sixteenth birthday.

“What are you looking at, lady? Just close it and get out of my way. You stink of sweat—move aside,” Andrew snapped at her.

The flight attendant, though disheartened, responded with a professional smile. She quietly shut the compartment and proceeded to assist other passengers. Meanwhile, Andrew began snacking on some peanuts. Displeased by the taste, he immediately spat them into a vomit bag and summoned the attendant once more.

“Hey, you! Come here,” he barked. “Hurry up, lady!”

“How may I assist you, sir?” the stewardess asked politely, maintaining her composure.

“These peanuts are disgusting! Bring me something better to eat,” Andrew demanded, flinging the bag of peanuts at her.

Shocked, the flight attendant froze, while nearby passengers turned to stare in disbelief. Her smile faltered as discomfort spread across her face. She asked him to lower his voice, but Andrew only grew louder.

“Sir, please refrain from throwing things at me,” she requested calmly.

“I’ll do as I please,” Andrew sneered. “You’re here to serve me, so stop whining and do your job. Now go and fetch me something decent to eat—not this garbage.”

Seated beside Andrew was the elderly man he had earlier dismissed. Unable to tolerate the boy’s behavior any longer, the older passenger interjected, hoping to instill some sense into him.

“Young man, you should not speak to her that way,” the older gentleman admonished. “Just because she’s responsible for assisting us doesn’t mean you can treat her with disrespect. She’s doing her job well, and you ought to be courteous.”

“Why should I be nice to someone who can’t even do their job properly?” Andrew scoffed. “Stop standing there and go get me my snack, lady! Are you deaf? I’m still waiting!”

The stewardess lowered her eyes as she walked away, her patience wearing thin. Throughout her career, she had encountered various passengers—some kind, others rude. But Andrew stood out in the worst way. His constant insults and entitlement stung, but she could do little except maintain her professionalism and oblige his demands.

The older man beside Andrew sighed and shook his head. “Your parents must be so disappointed in you,” he remarked. “They should have taught you better manners.”

“Did I ask for your advice, old man?” Andrew snapped, scrolling through the movie selection on his screen. “You old folks need to mind your own business instead of meddling in everything. I paid for this seat, and I deserve top-class service.”

Moments later, the flight attendant returned with a pack of pretzels, though she was hesitant to approach him.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, extending the snack. “If you need anything else—”

Andrew sneered and slapped the tray from her hands. “It took you this long to get me pretzels? I told you I was hungry! I wanted something good, not this trash!”

The flight attendant recoiled, struggling to hold back tears. “Sir, peanuts and pretzels are the only snacks we provide on this flight,” she explained.

“That’s pathetic—just like you!” Andrew spat. “Go and get me a proper snack. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you’re fired.”

Gasps echoed throughout the cabin as passengers turned to watch the commotion. One woman seated across the aisle stood up in support of the flight attendant.

“Young man, mind your manners,” she reprimanded. “How dare you speak to her that way? Didn’t your parents teach you respect?”

“If she did her job right, I wouldn’t need to educate her,” Andrew scoffed. “She’s just an ordinary worker, and a terrible one at that. Whoever hired her must have been out of their mind.”

At that moment, a deep, familiar voice interrupted the chaos.

“I’ve had enough of this,” the voice said sternly.

Andrew’s face paled. The voice sent a shiver down his spine. Slowly, he turned around, his jaw dropping in horror.

“DAD? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he blurted out.

Steven, his father, was equally stunned. A wave of disappointment washed over him as he realized that the unruly passenger causing a scene was his own son.

“I was on a last-minute booking and had to take this economy flight back to New York,” Steven explained. “I thought I recognized your voice, but I was too busy reviewing work documents. I never imagined it would be you creating such a disgraceful scene!”

“But… Dad…” Andrew stammered.

“Enough! Apologize to her immediately!” Steven ordered. “When we get home, we’ll have a serious discussion about your behavior.”

With slumped shoulders, Andrew mumbled a half-hearted, “Sorry.” He failed to see the gravity of his actions and was humiliated by his father reprimanding him in public.

When the plane landed, Andrew trailed behind his father, biting his nails nervously. He had no idea what punishment awaited him. As soon as they arrived home, Steven led him to his study and shut the door.

“Is this what I raised you to be?” Steven demanded, shaking his head in frustration. “Did I send you to an expensive school so you could grow into an entitled brat?”

Andrew scowled. “Dad, why are you making such a big deal out of this? She’s just a flight attendant. Her job is to serve people, and she wasn’t doing it properly.”

Steven crossed his arms. “From now on, things are going to change. You won’t be going back to your private school after the break. Instead, you’ll be attending a public school. And until your holiday ends, you’re going to work for your own living.”

Andrew’s eyes widened. “Work? You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, I am,” Steven smirked. “You’ll be working at my company—as a janitor.”

Andrew’s horror was just beginning.