I splurged on a premium economy seat for a long 14-hour flight—more legroom, more peace. Or so I thought.

Soon after takeoff, the guy next to me leaned over and asked, “Would you mind switching seats with my wife? She’s back in regular economy. We just got married.”

“Congrats,” I said, “but unless you’re refunding the $1,000 I paid for this upgrade, I’ll stay right here.”

I thought that would be the end of it. It wasn’t.

He started fake coughing, blasting the in-flight movie with no headphones, and even dropped crumbs on my seat. Then his wife came up and plopped down in his lap like it was some kind of romantic comedy. Both were smirking at me like they’d pulled one over.

I calmly hit the call button and told the flight attendant, “These two seem to think they’re in a honeymoon suite, not a plane.”

After I explained what had been going on, the attendant turned to them and said, “Please return to your seats in economy.”

Peace… finally. For about an hour.

Later, the bride tried to storm up front claiming she needed the bathroom—even though the seatbelt sign was on. The attendant didn’t flinch: “Take your seat, or I’ll alert the air marshal.”

They backed down immediately.

When we landed, I walked past them, still sulking, and said with a smile, “Hope you learned something. Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon.”

Then I spotted my wife and kid waiting for me at arrivals—and that felt better than any upgrade ever could.