Rude Boy Insults Flight Attendant—Then a Voice He Knows Shuts Him Down!

Seventeen-year-old Andrew always got what he wanted and treated people badly when he didn’t. But his father decided it was time he learned a lesson when he disrespected a flight attendant.

Steven watched his son walk toward the airport boarding gate. His wife looked up at him and asked, “Do you think he’ll be okay?”

“Of course, Andrew will be okay,” Steven replied.

“I hope this new school teaches him some humility.”

“But what if they treat him badly in the dorms?” she asked. “He’s never been to boarding school before.”

“That’s the point.” Steven clenched his jaw. “Andrew is spoiled and needs to learn tough lessons about life.”

Months later, Andrew flew home for the holidays after his first semester at boarding school. He hated every moment there and couldn’t wait to return to his high-tech computer and the luxury car he got for his sixteenth birthday.

“Hey, you,” Andrew called to a flight attendant, a red-haired woman with freckles.

“How can I help you, sir?” she asked with a smile.

“You can get me something better than these peanuts.” Andrew threw the bag at her.

Her smile faded. “Sir, please don’t throw things at me.”

“I’ll do what I want,” Andrew snapped. “Your job is to serve me, so stop complaining.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” said the older man sitting beside him.

“Just because it’s her job doesn’t mean you can disrespect her.”

Andrew rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at the flight attendant. “I’m still waiting for my snack.”

She walked away with her head down. The older man shook his head.

“Your parents must be so disappointed in you,” he muttered.

“Nobody asked you, old man,” Andrew said, scrolling through the movie options.

A few minutes later, the flight attendant returned with a pretzel.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, holding it out. “If there’s anything else —”

Andrew sneered and slapped it from her hand. “I don’t want a pretzel!”

She stepped back, her eyes tearing up. “Peanuts and pretzels are the only snacks we serve.”

“That’s pathetic, just like you.” Andrew leaned forward. “Go get me a real snack now!”

“How dare you talk to her like that?” A woman across the aisle stood up and put her hand on the flight attendant’s arm.

“If she did her job, I wouldn’t have to,” Andrew said. “She’s a servant, and a bad one too.”

The flight attendant started crying. The woman tried to comfort her.

“Somebody ought to teach you a lesson,” the elderly passenger muttered.

“I agree.”

A hand landed on Andrew’s shoulder. He immediately recognized the voice.

Andrew turned and was shocked to see his father standing behind him, his face red with anger.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” Andrew stammered.

“Flying home from a business trip,” Steven replied. “I hoped we might meet on the plane, but I never imagined this. Apologize to her and the passengers now.”

Andrew mumbled an apology. He didn’t see what the big deal was, but he knew better than to disobey his father when he was this angry.

When they got home, Steven marched Andrew to his office.

“This ends right now.”

Steven shut the door and pointed at him. “Your behavior is disgusting. I hoped you’d learn manners at school, but I was wrong.”

“Why make such a big deal out of this?” Andrew threw up his hands. “She’s just a flight attendant.”

“And that’s your problem.” Steven crossed his arms. “You think you’re better than others just because you’re wealthy.”

“What does that mean?”

“You won’t be going back to boarding school. You’ll finish school in public school, and you’re going to spend your holiday working.”

“Working?” Andrew straightened. “Are you giving me a job at your company?”

Steven smiled. “You could say that. I’m giving you a job in my cleaning company—as a janitor.”

Andrew was horrified.

“I won’t do it!”

“You will,” Steven said. “I’m taking your bank cards, computer, car, phone, and even your branded clothes. You’re going to learn respect.”

Andrew had no choice. His father took his belongings, and the next day, he started as an airport janitor.

He knew nothing about cleaning. The older woman he worked with laughed when he didn’t know how to sweep or mop. He yelled at her and threatened to get her fired.

“No, you won’t,” she said, shaking a finger at him. “Your father warned me about you. Now get to work.”

Andrew sighed and started sweeping. He was clumsy, and his supervisor teased him. He got angry, but there was nothing he could do.

As he cleaned a trash can, something hit him. He turned to see someone had thrown an empty food carton at him.

“Hey!” Andrew shouted at the man. “How dare you throw that at me?”

The man ignored him, so Andrew ran after him and grabbed his arm.

“I’m talking to you,” Andrew said.

The man shoved him so hard he fell to the ground. “Get your filthy hands off me, you dirty janitor.”

Andrew watched in shock. Was this how it felt to be treated like you didn’t matter? He didn’t like it.

Then someone kicked him.

“Move, you lazy bum,” a woman sneered. “I’ll report you for sleeping on the job.”

At that moment, Andrew understood his father’s lesson. He finally knew what it felt like to be mistreated by people who thought they were better than you.

A flash of red caught his eye, and he looked up. It was the flight attendant.

He hurried over to her. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I treated you so badly.”

She looked surprised but smiled.

“I’m glad you’ve learned the error of your ways,” she said.