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
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”
“I thought we were exchanging things.”
The slime didn’t tear. It stretched, a long glittering rope from her head to her hand.
Her acrylic nails sank in like forks into spaghetti.
When she pulled free, pink slime stretched between her fingers like melted cheese.
She wiped it on her jeans, then the armrest, leaving some on both.
She shook her head, and a sticky strand slapped her cheek and stayed there.
I felt like I’d taught her a lesson, but I had no
idea what it might cost me once we landed.
Her acrylic nails sank in like forks into spaghetti.
She grabbed at it with the hand holding the phone. The phone stuck to her palm.
“Mom, she’s making cotton candy!” the boy shouted.
His mother tried to shush him. She was laughing too hard.
“YOU OLD WITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”
Kelly came hurrying down the aisle.
“Ma’am, please sit down!”
“YOU OLD WITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”
“I WANT OFF THIS PLANE!”
“Ma’am, we’re at thirty-five thousand feet.”
“I DON’T
CARE! LOOK AT MY HAIR!”
And that brings us back to the screaming. One woman, one cabin, and my crime on her head.
Kelly got her into her seat. The phone was still glued to Brittany’s palm, screen out, pointed at her own face.
“Somebody turn it off! The stream! I can’t, my fingers are stuck!”
“I WANT OFF THIS PLANE!”
“Hold still.”
I took the phone by its edges with a napkin, found the red button and pressed it. It took three tries.
The screen was slimy.
I couldn’t
