The last straw
By the end of the meal service, they dumped their trash on my tray, further testing my patience as my anger simmered and I resolved not to let them ruin my entire flight.
As I cleared the clutter they created, I felt a surge of determination. These honeymooners had crossed a line, and it was time I took action.
Ignoring them wouldn’t work; I needed a new strategy to deal with their continued harassment.