I wasn’t feeling great—fever, chills, and a dry cough—but canceling my flight wasn’t an option. I boarded quietly, tucked into my window seat, and tried to stay low-key.

But just ten minutes into the flight, a woman across the aisle snapped, “This is ridiculous! He’s coughing non-stop!”

Trying to stay calm, I apologized and said I’d take medicine, even suggested she use headphones. She wasn’t having it. “This is my vacation, and you’re ruining it!” she yelled, pressing the call button.

The flight attendant arrived, patient but clearly stressed. The woman demanded action. A few minutes later, the attendant returned—this time with an offer.

“We’d like to resolve this for everyone. Sir, we can move you to another seat.”

Before I could answer, the woman jumped in: “Yes! Move him! I paid for my seat!”

The attendant smiled. “The only seat available is in business class. Dinner and drinks will be served.”

I nodded, stood up, and walked past her as the cabin went silent. She sat there stunned, face red with envy.

Meanwhile, I sipped hot tea, wrapped up in a blanket, and enjoyed the smoothest flight I’ve had in years.