As Karen’s scathing voice rang outside, Stephanie leaned against the counter, her mind whirring with ideas. She considered slipping a dose of laxatives into Karen’s meal—a fitting twist, she thought with a smirk. But the thought of the other passengers enduring Karen’s meltdown made her cringe. Too cruel.
Her next thought drifted to the classic spit-in-the-food trick, a method that seemed both petty and oddly satisfying. But she chided herself almost immediately. Really, Stephanie? she thought. She wasn’t about to let Karen drag her down to that level. She could do better.