Seventeen-year-old Andrew is used to getting what he wants and treating people badly when he doesn’t get it, but his father decides it’s time Andrew learned a lesson about respect when he mistreats a flight attendant.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?”
Steven had been watching his seventeen-year-old son walk toward the airport boarding gate, but now he looked down at his wife.
“Of course Andrew will be okay,” he replied.
“I hope this new school can help him learn some humility.”
“But what if they treat him badly in the dorms?” Steven’s wife looked up at him. “He’s never been to boarding school before.”
“That’s the point.” Steven clenched his jaw. “Andrew has become spoiled and he needs to learn some tough lessons about life.”
Months later, Andrew was flying home for the holidays after his first semester of boarding school. He’d hated every minute of his time there and was eager to return to his high-powered computer and the luxury car he got for his sixteenth birthday.
“Hey, you.” Andrew waved to the flight attendant, a redhead woman with freckles.
“How can I help you, sir?” The flight attendant smiled at him.
“You can get me something better to snack on than these peanuts.” Andrew threw the bag of peanuts at her.
The flight attendant’s smile turned into a frown. “Sir, please don’t throw things at me.”
“I’ll do what I like,” Andrew replied. “You’re here to serve me, so stop complaining and do your job.”
“Don’t talk to her like that.” The older man in the seat beside Andrew turned to look at him.
“Just because it’s her job to serve us 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.”
The flight attendant walked away with her eyes downcast. The older man in the next seat shook his head.
“Your parents must be so disappointed in you,” the elderly man muttered.
“Nobody asked you, old man.” Andrew began scrolling through the movie options.
After a few minutes, the flight attendant returned with a pretzel.
“Here you go, sir,” she said and held out the pretzel to him. “If there’s anything else —”
Andrew sneered and slapped the pretzel out of her hand. “I don’t want a pretzel!”
The flight attendant recoiled, tears forming in her eyes. “Peanuts and pretzels are the only snacks we serve on this flight.”
“That’s pathetic, just like you.” Andrew leaned forward in his seat. “Go and fetch me a proper snack, now!”
“How dare you talk to her like that?” A woman rose from her seat across the aisle and put a hand on the flight attendant’s arm.
“If she did her job then I wouldn’t have to.” Andrew pointed at the flight attendant.
“She’s a servant, and a bad one too.”
The flight attendant burst into tears. The woman passenger tried to comfort her.
“Somebody ought to give you a hiding, young man.” The elderly passenger in the seat next to Andrew scowled at him.
“I agree.” Somebody placed a hand on his shoulder.
At that moment, Andrew understood what his father had been trying to teach him.
Andrew recognized that voice. He turned and stared in surprise when he saw his dad behind him. His face was red with anger.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Andrew asked.
“Flying home from a business trip,” Steven replied. “I hoped we might meet on the plane, but I never imagined it would be like this. Apologize to this young lady and the other passengers immediately.”
Andrew hunched his shoulders and mumbled an apology. He didn’t see what the big deal was, but he knew better than to disobey his father when he was so angry.
When Andrew and his father got home, Steven marched him straight to his office on the second floor of the luxurious house.
“This comes to an end right now.”
Steven shut the door and turned to point at Andrew. “Your behavior is disgusting. I hoped that you might learn manners in boarding school, but it seems I was wrong.”
“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” Andrew threw out his arms. “She’s just a flight attendant. It’s not like she’s important.”
“And that’s your problem, Andrew. You think you’re better than others because you were born into a wealthy family, and that you can treat others badly because of that.” Steven crossed his arms. “That’s going to change.”
“What does that mean?”
“You won’t be going back to that school. You’ll finish your education at a public school, and you’re going to spend your holiday working.”
“Working?” Andrew straightened up. “Are you giving me a job at your company?”
Steven smiled. “You could say that. I’m going to give you a job in my cleaning company, as a janitor.”
Andrew was horrified.
“I won’t do it!”
“You will because I’m also cutting off all your privileges. I’m taking your bank cards, your computer, your car, and your cell phone. I’m even taking your branded clothes.” Steven put his hands on his hips. “You’re going to find out what it means to respect people.”
Andrew had no choice. His father took his possessions from him, and he started his job as an airport janitor the next day.
Andrew knew nothing about cleaning. The older woman he was assigned to work with laughed at him for not knowing how to sweep or mop. He shouted at her for laughing at him and threatened to get her fired.
“No, you won’t,” she replied, shaking her finger at him. “Your father warned me about you, now get to work. These floors don’t clean themselves.”
Andrew sighed and started sweeping. He was clumsy, and his supervisor teased him about it. Andrew got angry, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He was cleaning the trash cans when something hit him. He turned and saw that somebody had thrown an empty takeaway carton at him.
“Hey!” Andrew shouted at the man who’d thrown the carton. “How dare you throw that at me.”
The man ignored Andrew, so he ran after him and grabbed his arm.
“I’m talking to you,” Andrew said.
The man shook Andrew off so hard that he fell to the ground. “Get your filthy hands off me, you dirty janitor.”
Andrew watched the man walk away in shock. Was this how it felt to be treated like you didn’t matter? Andrew didn’t like it. He looked around just as somebody kicked him.
“Get out of the way, you lazy bum.” The woman who’d kicked him sneered at him.
“I’m going to report you for sleeping on the job.”
At that moment, Andrew understood what his father had been trying to teach him. He knew now how much it hurt to be mistreated by people who thought they were better than you.
A flash of red caught his eye, and Andrew looked up. He recognized the flight attendant he’d been rude to and hurried across to her.
“I’m so sorry,” he said when he reached her. “I treated you so badly.”
The woman was surprised to see him, but she smiled when he apologized.
“I’m glad you’ve learned the error of your ways,” she said.
What can we learn from this story?
Everyone deserves respect. It doesn’t matter if somebody works a menial job; they’re still a person and deserve to be treated respectfully.
Sometimes children need to learn a lesson the hard way. It can be difficult for children to understand the true depth of important life lessons when they’ve never experienced that situation.
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I Told My Fiancé About My ‘Marriage 8 p.m. Rule’ and He Canceled the Wedding — Is It Really That Weird?
When Emma proposes a daily “8 p.m. rule” to her fiancé, Matt, she expects it to bring them closer. But Matt’s reaction is far from what she’s imagined. Shocked by the idea, he abruptly calls off the wedding, leaving Emma questioning everything she thought she knew about love and commitment.
Winter felt like the perfect time to get married, and Matt had agreed. We had set the date for February, just after Valentine’s Day. How poetic, right?
I had every detail of the wedding figured out, and could almost see our future laid out like the itinerary for an amazing life.
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Matt and I had always been in sync, and our relationship was like a well-oiled machine. We’d never had any big fights or major drama. It was just… easy. At least, that’s what I thought.
But I had this nagging feeling lately. With the wedding fast approaching, I wanted to ensure we were as strong as we thought we were. I guess that’s where the 8 p.m. rule came in.
In my mind, it was the perfect way to keep us on track. I didn’t realize then how wrong I was.
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I decided to bring it up at dinner. I made a reservation at our favorite Italian spot, the one with the twinkling lights outside that made everything feel just a little bit magical.
We had so many wonderful memories there. I thought it was the perfect place for what I assumed would be a bonding moment.
I remember looking at him across the table. He was laughing, and I smiled back, my heart racing just a little.
“Hey,” I started, a little too casual. “I’ve been thinking about something for us.”
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His fork paused mid-air. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yeah? What’s that?”
And that was it. That was my opening.
“So, once we’re married, I want us to have this daily check-in. I was thinking we could sit down at 8 p.m. every night, go through a checklist, and talk about how we’re doing as a couple. You know, rate each other on communication, support, little habits… that sort of thing.”
A confident and happy woman | Source: Midjourney
I pulled out the table I had printed — because, of course, I had made a sample — and slid it across the table to him.
Matt stared at it, blinking. “You want us to… rate each other? Like a performance review?”
“Not exactly,” I said quickly, feeling my cheeks flush. “It’s more like making sure we’re always improving. Like, if one of us feels off about something, we’d talk about it before it festers. It’s proactive. Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”
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He didn’t answer right away and his face remained neutral, unreadable. The silence stretched out, and suddenly the cozy atmosphere felt too warm and close.
“Emma…” His voice trailed off, and he pushed the paper aside, focusing on me. “That sounds like a lot. I mean… a daily check-in? With a rating system?”
I blinked. “Well, yeah. I thought it would be healthy, you know? Like, keeping the lines of communication open.”
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Matt leaned back in his chair, his expression turning serious in a way I hadn’t seen before. “It feels like… I don’t know. Like I’d be under a microscope. You want to do this every day? It’s too much.”
I felt my stomach drop. “But it’s only 15 minutes. It’s just a way to stay connected and make sure we don’t drift apart.”
“Drift apart?” He sounded incredulous. “We’ve been fine for four years. Why would we need this now?”
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That’s when I realized I had been holding my breath waiting for his approval, thinking he’d get it. But he wasn’t getting it at all.
The rest of the dinner blurred together. He didn’t just have ‘reservations’ about the 8 p.m. rule, he felt like it was the tip of an iceberg. He thought I was too controlling and too focused on perfection.
And then, out of nowhere, Matt said something that knocked the wind out of me.
A serious man | Source: Midjourney
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
I thought he meant the 8 p.m. rule. That was bad enough, but then he said, “The wedding… I think we need to call it off.”
I stared at him, frozen. His words hurt more than I ever expected.
“Call off the wedding? You can’t be serious.”
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But he was.
“I’m sorry, but you caught me off guard with this, and I don’t know what to think anymore. I need some space.”
And just like that, the man I had planned my life with got up from the table, leaving me alone with my half-eaten plate of pasta and a sinking feeling that the life I had planned was crumbling before my eyes.
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For two days after that dinner, I felt like I was living in someone else’s body. My phone stayed silent. I kept glancing at it, half-expecting Matt to change his mind and tell me it was just a huge misunderstanding, that he overreacted.
But he didn’t.
When Matt’s mom finally reached out, her voice cracked as she explained that Matt had called off the wedding for good.
“He’s not himself right now,” she said as if that would make me feel better. “Give him some time.”
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Time? I wanted to scream. There wasn’t time. We were supposed to be getting married in a few months. How was I supposed to explain this to everyone?
But that’s exactly what I had to do. The following day, I sat across from my parents at their kitchen table, barely able to get the words out.
My mom looked like she was trying to hold herself together, nodding the way she does when she’s trying not to cry.
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Dad was quiet. When he finally spoke, his words devastated me.
“Emma,” he started carefully, “you’ve always been… so particular. Structured, methodical. Maybe this 8 p.m. thing was a little too much, don’t you think?”
Too much? The words stung more than I expected.
Mom jumped in. “Honey, we know you mean well. But relationships aren’t always so… well, planned. Maybe Matt just needs something a little more flexible.”
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I didn’t know how to respond. Was it so wrong to want a way to keep things in check? Relationships fall apart when people don’t communicate, right? But there was no use arguing. The silence from Matt had already spoken volumes.
Later, I had the unfortunate task of dealing with Matt’s family. They were just as confused as my parents had been, and there was a shared undercurrent of uncertainty about my rule.
“I’m not saying it was the only reason he called off the wedding,” Matt’s sister told me, “but I think it scared him. Made him feel like he was being graded.”
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I didn’t defend myself. What was the point?
In the weeks that followed, my life moved in a blur. I kept my head down at work, avoided most social gatherings, and tried to figure out how everything had gone so wrong.
Then a new face showed up at work.
Greg was the new project manager, and I knew he was different from the moment we shook hands. Over the next few weeks, we started working on a couple of projects, and I found myself opening up to him in ways I hadn’t expected.
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It all came to a head during one of our lunch breaks.
Greg and I had been talking about work-life balance. He was meticulous about his time management, just like me. Before I knew it, I was telling him about the breakup and the 8 p.m. rule.
Greg leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowing in thought. “You know, I think that’s a brilliant idea,” he said, catching me completely off guard.
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I almost laughed. “Really? Because Matt didn’t think so. He thought it was too controlling.”
“Well, Matt sounds like an idiot,” Greg said with a smirk. “I have something similar. I keep a system for tracking personal growth. It has color-coded charts, weekly self-assessments, the whole nine yards.”
I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. “You’re kidding, right?”
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He shook his head. “Nope. How else are you supposed to know if you’re improving? Self-awareness is key to everything. Why should a relationship be any different?”
I felt validated. Finally, somebody saw the genius of my 8 p.m. rule!
Greg leaned forward, his voice lowering slightly. “Look, I don’t know Matt, but relationships take work. If someone isn’t willing to put in that effort, well… maybe it’s not about the rule. Maybe it’s about the person.”
His words hit me harder than I expected.
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He was right. Matt wasn’t the right person for me. It wasn’t about the checklist. It was about the fact that I wanted to grow, and he didn’t. I wanted to work on things, and he wanted to flop through life without a plan.
For the first time since the breakup, I didn’t feel devastated. I felt… relieved.
Greg smiled. “So, what do you say?” he asked. “How about we check in on that project we’re working on? I bet you and I can put together a killer workflow for it.”
A friendly man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
For the first time, I realized that maybe things had turned out exactly as they were meant to.
Here’s another story: Mindy is caught off guard when her ex-husband’s friend, Tom, confronts her about keeping Greg’s last name after their divorce. What starts as a casual conversation quickly escalates when Tom’s unsettling reason for talking to her finally surfaces, leaving Mindy reeling — and unaware of the deeper betrayal yet to be uncovered.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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