Tired of in-laws thinking they rule the world? These 5 epic stories of entitlement, revenge, and well-deserved karma will have you laughing, gasping, and fist-pumping. From savage clapbacks to Grandma’s iconic takedown… payback’s about to get real.
Buckle up for a rollercoaster ride through the most awkward family dynamics known to humanity. Ever wondered what happens when entitlement meets its perfect match? Spoiler alert: It’s not pretty, but it’s hilariously satisfying. Sometimes the universe has a wicked sense of humor… and perfect timing. These stories? They’re about to prove that karma is definitely not just a myth.
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Story 1: My Future In-Laws Pretended Not to Know Me during Their Lunch — a Week Later, I Taught Them a Proper Lesson
I’m Cora, a successful biologist engaged to Nathan.
From day one of our meeting, I knew something was off about his parents, Evelyn and Robert. Cold shoulders, sidelong glances — they never quite welcomed me into the family. The breaking point came during a chance encounter at a restaurant, where they deliberately pretended not to recognize me.
“They did WHAT?” My best friend Vanessa nearly spit out her coffee when I told her how my future in-laws had completely ignored me at a restaurant.
“Pretended they didn’t even know me,” I sighed. “Can you believe it?”
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“What kind of people do that?” Vanessa shook her head. “To their own son’s fiancée?”
“Well, guess it’s time to serve up a slice of humble pie!” I said, a plan already forming in my head.
At the rehearsal dinner, I decided to turn the tables. When his parents approached, acting all polite and fake, I played innocent.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a perfectly straight face, “do I know you?”
Their jaws dropped. His mother stammered, “What? We’re Nathan’s parents!”
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I kept up the act, looking confused. “Nathan, honey, have we met these people before?”
The look on their faces was priceless. Shock. Embarrassment. A taste of their own medicine.
But it was just the beginning. When my parents arrived (both renowned surgeons), the dynamic shifted completely. His parents’ curiosity was eating them alive.
“So, what do you do?” his mother asked me, clearly trying to sound interested.
I smiled. “Oh, I run a research laboratory. It’s a family business.”
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The transformation was instant. Suddenly, I wasn’t just some woman their son was marrying. I was someone with connections and success.
“You… own a laboratory?” his mother asked, her tone dramatically different from before.
“Indeed,” I replied coolly. “Family’s been in the scientific research field for years.”
Nathan squeezed my hand under the table, barely containing his laughter. He knew exactly what I was doing.
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His father, who had been so dismissive earlier, now listened with rapt attention. The same man who’d previously looked at me like I was beneath them was now hanging on my every word.
“We judged you too quickly,” his mother finally admitted. “We’re sorry.”
I looked her straight in the eye. “My worth isn’t defined by what you think of me. It’s defined by who I am.”
The silence was deafening. But it was a silence of respect.
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As we left the dinner, Nathan turned to me. “You were incredible.”
I grinned. “Someone had to put them in their place.”
“And you did it perfectly,” he laughed. “Without even breaking a sweat.”
The best revenge, after all, isn’t anger. It’s success. It’s walking into a room and letting your accomplishments speak louder than any words ever could.
Sometimes, all it takes is one perfectly executed moment to change everything.
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Story 2: My Greedy In-Laws Demanded That I Give Them My New House – I Never Expected This Person to Stand Up for Me
I never thought I’d find an ally in my husband’s family… especially not in the one person I least expected.
My journey with John’s family was complicated from day one. They were the epitome of professional success. His parents were both lawyers, his sister a doctor, and his brother an entrepreneur.
And me? I came from a different world entirely. My dad was a firefighter and my mom a nurse. We didn’t have fancy titles or prestigious careers, but we had something far more valuable — love and respect.
“So, what do your parents do?” my sister-in-law Judith would ask, her tone dripping with judgment.
“My dad’s a firefighter and mom’s a nurse,” I’d reply, my chin held high. “They taught me the value of hard work and kindness.”
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“Oh, how… quaint,” she’d sneer, while her daughter Emily would add with a smirk, “Hard to imagine what you and John have in common.”
At family gatherings, the air would be thick with unspoken criticism. They’d nod politely when I spoke, then quickly change the subject. It was clear they saw me as an outsider. As someone who didn’t belong in their carefully curated world of success and status.
I’d catch whispers. Overheard conversations that cut deep. “She’s not one of us,” Judith would say. Even John’s Grandma, who ran a successful business, seemed to view me with a mix of curiosity and reservation.
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But I loved John. And despite his family’s attitude, we got married. Our wedding was beautiful and filled with love from my family. But his side? They made sure to cast shadows of disapproval.
“You should have had the reception at a country club,” Judith commented. John’s father’s toast was more a backhanded critique than a celebration.
Then came the house. I saved every penny, designed it myself, and even made some furniture. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was MINE. My family helped by contributing a quarter of the cost. When I invited John’s family to see it, I was nervous but proud.
“It’s YOURS?” my mother-in-law exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you do to get it?”
“I bought it,” I said calmly. “With my money and my family’s help.”
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“Family?” she scoffed. “What could they give you?”
And then came the moment that would change everything.
“You know, we can give you our house,” she declared, “but we want you to give us this one. You can’t live in a better house than we do.”
The room fell silent. Before I could even process the audacity of her demand, a familiar voice cut through the tension like a knife.
“Hold on a minute!”
Grandma was standing, her eyes blazing with a fury I’d never seen before.
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“This is her house, bought with her hard-earned money and her family’s support. How dare you even suggest taking it from her?”
Everyone turned to look at Grandma. My mother-in-law looked like a deflated balloon, her mouth opening and closing without a sound.
“But, Mom…” she began, but Grandma wasn’t having any of it.
“No buts!” she snapped. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. This young woman has worked hard for what she has, and you should be proud of her, not trying to take it away.”
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My father-in-law, usually so confident, suddenly found his shoes incredibly interesting. He shuffled uncomfortably, unable to meet Grandma’s fierce gaze.
“We just thought—” he started, his voice weak.
“I don’t care what you thought!” Grandma’s voice was firm as steel. “This house belongs to her, and you will respect that. If you can’t, then you don’t deserve to be part of this family.”
The silence was deafening. I stood there, stunned. This was the same Grandma I thought had been judging me all along. And now she was my most unexpected defender.
“Thank you, Grandma,” I said, my voice shaking with emotion.
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Her expression softened. “You’re welcome, dear,” she said warmly. “You deserve to be treated with respect and kindness.”
Turning back to my in-laws, she added, “I suggest you start acting like the family you claim to be. Show some respect and be grateful that she’s part of our family.”
My mother-in-law mumbled something under her breath, her face burning with embarrassment. She grabbed my father-in-law’s arm, and they practically scurried out of the house.
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After they left, I turned to Grandma, still in disbelief. “I thought you disliked me.”
Grandma chuckled, raising an imaginary glass. “I’ve always respected you, dear. It just takes some people time to show it.”
Her words gave me hope. Maybe things would change. Maybe, just maybe, my in-laws would see me for who I truly was.
For now, I was just grateful to have Grandma on my side… the most badass defender I could have ever hoped for.
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Story 3: My Daughter’s In-Laws Took Almost All Money I Gave My Kid for Her Wedding, Making Her Look like a Pauper, So I Struck Back
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw the wedding photos. My daughter Jinny’s special day — the day I had saved every penny for — had been reduced to a cheap, tacky nightmare. As I sat in my empty kitchen, staring at the images of a rundown café and a hideous dress, my heart shattered into pieces.
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered to myself, my hands trembling.
I had been sick, but my daughter’s pain became my medicine. Determination fueled my recovery. I followed my doctor’s advice religiously, took my medications, and slowly regained my strength. There was only one goal: to help my Jinny.
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When I surprised her by showing up at her doorstep, her eyes filled with tears. “Mom?” she whispered, falling into my arms.
“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until we fix this,” I promised her.
Jinny revealed the painful truth. Her in-laws, Diane and Charles, had convinced her to transfer the wedding funds to their account, claiming they would pay the vendors directly. Instead, they used the money for home repairs and a new car.
I wasn’t going to let them get away with this.
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I hired Lucas, a private investigator, and Madison, a lawyer. Together, we began digging into Diane and Charles’s past. Lucas uncovered a shocking history of scams and deceitful actions that went back years.
“We’ll set up a family meeting,” I told my legal team. “But this won’t be an ordinary gathering.”
I meticulously planned our confrontation at an upscale restaurant. With evidence projected on the screen, I waited for Diane and Charles to arrive. When they did, smug and unsuspecting, I was ready.
“This is the evidence we’ve gathered about the money you took from Jinny’s wedding fund,” I declared, my voice steady and strong.
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The look on their faces was priceless — from smug confidence to pure horror. Nathan, my son-in-law, was devastated. “Is this true?” he demanded from his parents.
But I wasn’t finished. I contacted Evelyn, a reporter friend, and shared our story on camera. The viral exposure was immediate and brutal. Diane and Charles faced public humiliation, lost their home, and were forced to repay every single cent.
With justice served, Jinny and I planned a new wedding… and this time, everything was perfect. I watched my daughter walk down the aisle, surrounded by people who truly loved her.
“Now you know that a mother can do anything for her child!” I thought to myself.
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The journey wasn’t easy. Nathan struggled with the betrayal by his own parents. But our family found strength in truth and love. We stood together, unbroken by the deceit that had threatened to tear us apart.
As I watched Jinny and Nathan, I realized that sometimes being a mother means more than just loving. It means fighting, protecting, and never giving up. No matter the obstacle, no matter the cost, I would always be there for my daughter.
And that’s a promise I intend to keep.
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Story 4: My Neighbors Called Me & Complained about My In-Laws’ Actions – I Gave Them the Green Light to Put Them in Their Place
When my husband David and I prepared for a month-long project in California, we made what seemed like an innocent decision: asking his parents, Miriam and Richard, to house-sit.
Little did I know this would turn into a boundary-crossing nightmare that would require a neighborhood-wide intervention.
David was excited about the opportunity, and his parents seemed thrilled to help. “We’ll take care of everything,” Miriam assured us with a sparkle in her eye. Despite my gut feeling of unease, we packed our bags and headed to California, hoping for the best.
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A week into our trip, everything went sideways. My neighbor Alice called with disturbing news. Miriam had thrown away my favorite purple curtains — cherished items I’d carefully selected for our home.
But that was just the beginning. She had also verbally attacked Alice for wearing shorts in her own backyard and was systematically disposing of my clothing. The cherry on the cake? She was hosting a barbecue that weekend.
I was furious, but instead of immediately confronting Miriam and Richard, I decided on a strategic approach.
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With Alice’s help, I assembled a neighborhood task force. We held a covert video conference, plotting our response with military-like precision.
The plan? Crash Miriam’s upcoming barbecue and show her exactly what crossed boundaries look like.
Our strategy was brilliant in its simplicity and humor. Everyone would wear the brightest Hawaiian shorts possible and bring tuna pies — a food Miriam absolutely despised.
Each neighbor had a specific role, transforming a potential family conflict into a neighborhood event of epic proportions.
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When the day arrived, the plan unfolded perfectly. As Miriam hosted what she thought would be a quiet family barbecue, our neighbors descended — loud, proud, and wearing shorts so bright they could signal aircraft.
Miriam was shocked, her face turning multiple shades of red as Alice and the others casually joined the party. On my way back home, I was watching everything unfold on the live video feed, thanks to Alice’s hidden videography skills!
“We’re here to enjoy the barbecue,” Alice said coolly, refusing to be intimidated.
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When Miriam threatened to call the police, I arrived and took control. I confronted her directly, listing her transgressions: throwing away my curtains, scolding my neighbors, and disposing of my clothes.
I gave her a clear choice — serve the barbecue, pay for the items she destroyed, or face potential legal consequences.
Seeing the determination on my face and the united front of our neighbors, Richard quietly advised Miriam to comply. Defeated, she served barbecue with a forced smile while our neighbors enjoyed a party that was part protest, part celebration.
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The message was clear: our home was not her personal kingdom to rule. Boundaries would be respected, personal property would be protected, and community support was powerful.
What started as a potential family disaster became a neighborhood legend… and a story of standing up to entitled in-laws with humor, strategy, and collective solidarity. My in-laws learned a valuable lesson about respect, and our neighbors became even closer in the process.
Sometimes, the best way to handle overstepping in-laws isn’t through heated arguments, but through a united, clever, and slightly mischievous approach that leaves everyone (well, almost everyone) laughing!
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Story 5: My Cold War with My Conservative In-Laws Ended Differently from What I Expected
When I first met my husband Jeremy’s family, I knew I was in for a challenging journey. As an immigrant with a completely different cultural background from their conservative family, every interaction felt like navigating a minefield of passive-aggressive comments and cultural misunderstandings.
My resilience came from a powerful lesson learned early in life. After losing my mother and adjusting to a new stepmother who constantly tried to upset my sister and me, a life lesson my mom had taught me became an invaluable skill: to smile through adversity.
This also became my secret weapon when dealing with Jeremy’s family, who seemed determined to make me feel unwelcome.
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The first family dinner was a masterclass in subtle hostility. Leona, Jeremy’s mother, went out of her way to make me uncomfortable.
She invited Jeremy’s ex-girlfriend Diane, who still maintained a close relationship with the family, and prepared a meal entirely composed of pork dishes — knowing full well I didn’t eat pork.
When I politely declined the food and asked for water, you could almost see the disappointment in Leona’s eyes.
But I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset. Instead, I killed them with kindness. I complimented Diane, praised the meal, and maintained a cheerful demeanor that visibly frustrated Leona.
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The family’s passive-aggressive comments rolled off me like water off a duck’s back.
Their attempts to exclude me continued. Family dinners became off-limits to me, though Diane remained welcome. Christmas was spent alone or with my sister. But Jeremy remained steadfast in his love and support, which only made me more determined to rise above their tactics.
The wedding became another battleground. I chose a vibrant wedding attire for the occassion. When all the women showed up wearing white — clearly an attempt to undermine our cultural celebration — I simply smiled and complimented their outfits.
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My colorful wedding attire spoke volumes, and the photos captured my triumph, with one memorable image of Leona looking distinctly sour.
The ultimate showdown came during a Christmas dinner I was asked to host.
Little did Leona know that I had been cooking since childhood. I prepared an incredible feast that would put any professional caterer to shame — mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, turkey, glazed ham, multiple side dishes, and an array of pies that impressed even Jeremy.
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When Leona accused me of hiring a catering company, Jeremy stepped in. He defended me firmly, telling his mother that she owed me an apology.
In a moment that surprised everyone, I approached Leona, got on my knees, and took her hands. “This isn’t a competition,” I told her. “I love your son, and I don’t want this cold war between us.”
It was a turning point. Leona’s facade crumbled, and we finally began to understand each other. What started as a battle of wills transformed into a genuine relationship of mutual respect.
My journey taught me that patience, kindness, and unwavering dignity can overcome even the most challenging family dynamics. By refusing to be provoked and maintaining my integrity, I not only won Jeremy’s family’s respect but also found a way to bridge our differences.
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And there you have it, folks — five gloriously messy tales proving that karma wears stilettos and serves justice cold (with a side of smug satisfaction). Whether it’s a savage comeback, Grandma’s fiery mic drop, or a neighborhood rebellion in Hawaiian shorts, one thing’s clear: entitlement has no match for a spine of steel, a killer plan, and a little help from your squad.
So next time an in-law acts out, remember: when petty goes high, you go legendary!
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Man Waits for Son He Has Not Seen in Years at the Airport, Does Not Find Boy among Passengers – Story of the Day
Arlene sent her seven-year-old, Justin, to visit his father, Pierce, in Orlando. Pierce waited for his son in anticipation of all the fun they would have, but his flight had allegedly arrived, and his son was nowhere to be found. That’s when both parents started worrying and realized their shocking mistake.
Arlene and her son, Justin, were at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Virginia. The seven-year-old was about to board a flight to Orland, Florida, where his father, Pierce, awaited him. It was the first time he had traveled as an unaccompanied minor, but luckily, the airline attendant made her feel safe.
“It’s going to be alright. Many minors travel alone around the country, and we should reach your husband in time,” she stated. “He’ll have an escort, and this flight is best because there are no connections. Everything will be perfect.”
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Arlene nodded, her face filled with emotion. Justin might be growing, but he was still a child. It was hard to let him go, mainly because he hadn’t seen his father in years. After their bitter divorce, Pierce moved from Virginia to Orlando, Florida, and he was busy most of the time.
“How is that possible?” Arlene wailed, almost starting to cry from the worry and exasperation. But something occurred to her at that moment. “Give me a second.”
However, his company had just given him a two-week vacation, and he invited Justin to come to spend time with him. They were going to the theme parks, so that Arlene couldn’t say no. Her son was too excited because he loved everything relating to superheroes and dinosaurs. It was his dream.
But now, she was almost regretting it. “Ok, Justin. You’re going to with this lady and get on the plane. Listen to the adults around. Don’t run off from your escort, and you’ll reach your dad soon. When you land in Orlando, you call me immediately. And then, call me again when you meet your father. Understand?” she requested, kneeling in front of the kid and holding his arms tenderly.
“Yes, Mom!” he replied, smiling and doing a makeshift military salute. This kid had a great sense of humor. He was going to love that trip.
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“Ok. Love you. Go on!” she continued and watched as Justin grabbed the attendant’s hand and entered the gate.
She thought about leaving but sat down at an airport café. She was going to wait for the plane to take off. But once she saw that the flight had taken off, she decided to stay and wait for Justin’s call if anything happened. After all, the flight was less than two hours long. The time would pass quickly.
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Meanwhile, Pierce was waiting for Justin at Orlando International Airport, and he couldn’t wait. He was just as excited as the kid to see all the attractions at the park. It was crazy that he had lived in the city for years but had yet to attend. His work kept him way too busy. This trip was going to be amazing.
He arrived an hour before Justin’s flight and went to the arrival area to wait for him. Finally, the flight landed, and Pierce got closer to the gate so his son could see him immediately. “I should have made a sign,” he muttered to himself as he saw other people waiting for their loved ones. It was too late now. He stayed in the front at all times.
However, many passengers came out, and there was no Justin. According to the unaccompanied minor service, Arlene said that he would have top priority. So, someone should have brought him out already. He didn’t want to call her yet to avoid worrying her. Maybe, Justin had to go to the bathroom, which could explain the delay. He would wait for a while.
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But at one point, no other passengers were coming out of the arrival area. It had been an hour since the plane landed. It shouldn’t take that long. He approached someone from the airline and started asking questions. An attendant came to assist him.
“I’m sorry, sir. There was no one by the name of Justin on that flight. We have no record of an unaccompanied minor serviced hired for it either,” the attendant, shocking Pierce.
“That’s impossible. Please, check again,” he demanded, trying to stay calm, but the sweat on his forehead gave away his fears.
The assistant typed away on her computer, and Pierce’s phone rang. It was Arlene. Hopefully, she knew what was going on. “Hello?”
“Hey, Pierce. Why didn’t you guys call me when Justin arrived? I told him to call me when the plane landed and when you met with him,” Arlene wondered, and he could tell that she was agitated for some reason.
“Arlene, listen. I’m sorry to say this, but Justin has not arrived. An attendant here said that he was not on the flight. I don’t understand what’s going on,” he was forced to reveal, and Arlene yelled in his ear.
“No! That’s crazy! NO! Tell the attendant to check again!” she started yelling. “I’m going to talk to someone on my end too. I’m still at the airport.”
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“Ok. Listen, calm down. Everything will be alright. There must be a mix-up or something,” he said, trying to calm his ex-wife because he knew she was prone to hysterics.
“I’m not calming down! This is our child, Pierce! Talk to you later!” she screamed and hung up.
“Sir, like I said. There was no Justin on the flight. There’s nothing I can do. Are you sure this is the airline?” the attendant asked.
“Yes! It’s the only flight that arrived at this time from Virginia! My son was on that flight. My ex-wife just confirmed. Please, help me, miss. He’s only seven. Can you call anyone? Should I call the police?” Pierce started asking questions rapidly. The attendant sighed and grabbed her phone.
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“Justin, where are you? Why didn’t you call me sooner? What’s happening?” Arlene asked desperately on her phone.
“Mom, we have been trying to find Dad for hours, and he’s nowhere. Did you talk to him?” the little boy said through the phone.
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“Your father is right at the arrival area. He’s just as worried as I am. Please, give the phone to your escort,” Arlene requested and demanded an explanation from the woman, who only reiterated what Justin said earlier. There was no Pierce anywhere in the airport.
She told them to wait until she called again and dialed her ex’s number. “Pierce, Justin called me and said they’ve been looking for you for a long time. What’s going on?” she said, one hand running through her hair in frustration. She knew Justin was safe, but there was no reason why they couldn’t find each other.
“There’s no way, Arlene. That’s impossible. People here are saying he was not on the flight!” Pierce stated.
“How is that possible?” Arlene wailed, almost starting to cry from the worry and exasperation. But something occurred to her at that moment. “Give me a second.”
She went to her emails where she had sent Pierce the flight details. However, she had written them instead of sending a screenshot, and she suddenly realized her big mistake. “Pierce,” she started, again putting the phone in her ear. “Where are you?”
“What do you mean? I’m at Orlando International Airport. Why?” Pierce questioned, confused by her words. But something clicked in his brain at that moment.
“Justin arrived at Orlando Sanford International Airport!” Arlene yelled, and Pierce took off in a run.
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“Jesus! Arlene, why didn’t you say that in your email! Most flights got to MCO!” he scolded her breathlessly as he ran to his car. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes!”
While Pierce was on his way, Arlene called Justin and explained to his escort what had happened. She was relieved too, and they waited for Pierce to arrive.
Less than an hour later, Justin called her. “I’m with Dad, Mom! Thank you for helping me! I’ll send you pics of Disney soon!”
Arlene hung up the phone with her son and breathed deeply as if she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. Finally, she walked to her car.
What can we learn from this story?
- You must send all the details of a flight and check several times. These poor parents worried so much because they had not communicated well enough. Luckily, nothing happened, and they resolved the issue.
- It’s always best to fly with your kids. While an unaccompanied minor service is perfect for busy parents and other situations, Arlene should have traveled with her son if she was going to worry so much. She would have avoided worrying so much.
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