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
“Excuse me! Your hair is in my lunch.”
She didn’t even turn. “Then don’t eat it.”
Then the lunch cart arrived.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Problem solved.”
“Not quite. I would like to eat the rest of it.”
“Lady, you’re making a huge deal out of nothing.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have my fork up there, would you? It seems to have disappeared.”
Across the aisle,
a teenage boy snorted. His mother pinched him. Her own mouth was twitching.
“Problem solved.”
I pressed the call button. Kelly took away my tray and asked Brittany to keep her hair on her side.
“Fine! Whatever!”
Kelly left. Brittany turned to her phone.
“Guys, apparently I’m not allowed to have hair on this plane.”
Then she flung it straight back.
“Oops.”
“Oops.”
My replacement lunch arrived.
I ate in peace for exactly two minutes.
I don’t like flying, and I’d ordered a small glass of white wine for my
nerves. When the plane shook, I held it with both hands like a chalice.
Then the hair went in.
Not near it. In. The ends swirled in my wine like a paintbrush in a jar.
I ate in peace for exactly two minutes.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
“What now?!”
“Your hair is in my wine.”
