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
help seeing the last screenful before it went dark.
LMAOOO
somebody get her some oil
The screen was slimy.
why is nobody helping her
bro she literally threw her hair in grandma’s lunch for an HOUR
grandma is my hero ngl
“What are they saying?” Brittany asked.
“They’re worried about your hair.”
“Really?”
grandma is my hero ngl
“Mostly.”
Kelly crouched beside my seat. “Ma’am. Did you do this?”
I’d had my childish fun. Now it was time to act my age.
“I did. I’ll fix it.”
“There’s an empty
seat next to her. Please fix it quietly.”
Big trouble was probably waiting for me.
Now it was time to act my age.
Harold passed my salad over the seat back and held out the little bottle of olive oil.
“Why would I let you touch my hair again?” Brittany said.
“Because I know how to get this out. And I promise not to put any more in.”
I tested one strand. A drop of oil, a patient thumb, and the slime let go.
“Don’t touch the clips,” Brittany said.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Why would I let you touch my hair again?”
I raised three children, and one of them had a gum problem. This was easier than gum.
Kelly came back, bending low.
“Ma’am, would you like the police to meet the aircraft when we land?”
“Yes!” Brittany snapped. “Absolutely!”
Kelly looked at me.
“I understand,” I said.
But I didn’t expect that this brazen blonde would manage to surprise me even more.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’ll need to document what happened,” Kelly said. “I’ll
check back with you before we land.”
She left.
“My extensions cost almost everything I had left this month.”
