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
“Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking at your age anyway.”
“I beg your pardon?”
She lifted the phone over the seat.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Guys, she’s giving me the angry grandma look!”
“Would you please
take that thing out of my face?”
“Relax. I have eleven hundred people watching. You’re, like, a sidebar.”
“Shall I call Kelly again?” Harold asked quietly.
I looked at the wine I no longer wanted to touch.
“No, Harold. I think I’ve had enough.”
“Relax.”
I reached under the seat for my bag.
Brittany kept streaming.
I took a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet and let it flutter down beside Brittany’s feet.
“Sweetheart? I think you dropped something.”
“What?”
She looked down, folded forward, snatched up the bill and stuffed
it in her purse.
Brittany kept streaming.
“Guess you’re not completely blind after all. Thanks.”
Of course she took it. In her world, everything that fell near her was hers.
But the hair was long enough to be in two places at once. The rest of her went down.
The hair stayed draped over her seat, the ends heaped on my tray.
I opened the present.
I opened the present.
I took a generous handful. I worked it into the ends, then twenty inches up the length for good measure.
I’d meant to leave a small reminder.
