At Las Vegas Airport, I witnessed an entitled woman’s shocking behavior with her dog. Little did she know, her actions would set off a chain of events that would leave us both questioning the nature of justice and karma. I arrived at Las Vegas Airport at 6:30 a.m., bleary-eyed and desperate for coffee. As I trudged towards my gate, I spotted a woman with a small dog on a leash. She was engrossed in a FaceTime call, oblivious to her surroundings. “Oh my God, Stacey, you won’t believe what happened last night,” she shrieked into her phone.I rolled my eyes and was about to move on when I noticed her dog squatting down. Right there on the airport floor. “Excuse me, miss?” A middle-aged man nearby tried to get her attention. “Your dog is…”

The woman shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. “Some people are just so damned rude,” she complained to her friend on the phone.I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The dog finished its business, and the woman started walking away, leaving the mess behind. “You’re not going to clean that up?” another bystander asked, shock evident in her voice. The woman turned, her face twisted in disgust. “They have people for that,” she snapped. Then, she spotted an airport cleaner nearby. Her voice dripped with entitlement as she yelled, “Do your job! I’m not going to do it for you!”The young airport worker, a guy probably in his early twenties, looked stunned. His face flushed red as he stammered, “Ma’am, I… that’s not… you’re supposed to…” But the woman had already turned, disappearing into the crowd. The worker stood there, looking utterly deflated. He glanced around as if hoping someone would tell him this was all a bad joke. I couldn’t stay silent anymore. I approached him, saying, “Hey, you okay? That woman was way out of line.”He sighed. “Thanks. I just… I don’t even know how to handle that. It’s not even my department.” “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him.