One damp sock brushed my hair three hours into the flight. The barefoot man behind me used my headrest as a drying rack, then rehung both socks after the attendant warned him. I was ready to lose my mind. Then the snack cart stopped beside me, and one harmless item gave me a wonderfully wicked idea.
Three hours into a packed flight, something damp brushed the top of my hair.
I reached up automatically.
At first, I thought somebody’s blanket had slipped over my seat.
Then I smelled it.
Something damp brushed the top of my hair.
Imagine a gym locker that had been locked since Thanksgiving.
Now imagine somebody warming it in a microwave.
I slowly turned my head.
Two socks hung over the top of my seat.
They had probably been white once.
Two socks hung over the top of my seat.
The soles were gray-brown, the heels were nearly black, and the fabric around the toes looked suspiciously damp.
One sock was dangling about four inches from my face.
The other had apparently decided my hair was a drying rack.
I stared at them.
Surely not.
The soles were gray-brown.
I turned around.
The man behind me was barefoot, wearing headphones and scrolling through his phone.
His feet were stretched beneath the seat in front of him.
My seat.
“Excuse me,” I said. “Are those your socks?”
The man behind me was barefoot.
He glanced up.
“Obviously.”
“Could you take them down?”
“They’re wet.”
“I can smell that.”
“They’re wet.”
Across the aisle, a woman looked over and wrinkled her nose.
The man shrugged.
“That’s why they’re there. They need to dry.”
“Not beside my head.”
“Then lean forward.”
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