A Woman Kept Throwing Her Long Hair over Another Passenger’s Seat and Into Her Food – When She Told the Passenger to Deal with It, the Passenger Taught Her a Lesson the Whole Cabin Would Remember
“Guys, apparently my perfume is offending people now,” she told her screen.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder. It hit me squarely across the face.
“Careful, sweetheart. Your hair just hit me.”
“Then
don’t stand so close.”
“I’m standing in line.”
“Your hair just hit me.”
“Personal space is still a thing.”
I stepped back. She whipped her head around again.
This time it caught my hand.
“Does it always need that much room?”
“What?”
“Your hair.”
She whipped her head around again.
“It’s called volume.”
“I see. I thought Cousin Itt had finally found a conditioner.”
The cashier lost it completely.
“Whatever. Some people just can’t appreciate good hair.” At the door she turned. “Maybe you’re just jealous.”
“Of the perfume? Not
particularly.”
She left. The smell stayed behind like a guest who hadn’t noticed the party was over.
“Maybe you’re just jealous.”
The cashier scanned my present. “Lucky granddaughter.”
“She’d better think so. I’m told it’s the only thing she wants from me.”
I zipped it into my purse and went to find my gate.
I was certain of two things. I’d never see that girl again, and the present would reach Emily in one piece.
I was wrong about both.
I was wrong about both.
My row was near the
back. I got there at the same time as the perfume.
Heavy. Sweet. French.
“Okay, guys, finally boarding! Let me show you my seat!”
An older gentleman in my row was heaving his bag toward the overhead bin.
The blonde stopped one row ahead and spun around to show her followers the cabin.
Her hair spun with her, half a second late.
I got there at the same time as the perfume.
It caught him across the face. His glasses went one way. His bag went the other.
I caught
the bag.
