I booked an aisle seat to New York, hoping for a quiet flight. The man beside me seemed rude, but I ignored him until he did something disgusting. When I politely asked him to stop, he became furious and demanded that I be moved.
I boarded a flight to New York hoping to lose myself in a book. Instead, I ended up asking the man beside me to stop clipping his toenails—and having to defend myself for asking.
I’m fifty-eight, and I was flying to visit my daughter, Rachel. She had recently moved into her first apartment without roommates, which apparently meant she needed me to admire every cabinet.
Rachel’s father and I had separated in March, and I wanted our weekend together to feel ordinary.
“Bring the good cookies,” she’d told me the night before.
“Are you inviting me just for the cookies?”
“Not at all. But I do want you to bring the cookies, still.”
I packed two tins.
Rachel’s father and I had separated in March, and I wanted our weekend together to feel ordinary.
The man assigned to the middle seat arrived carrying a leather briefcase.
Rachel had begun calling with questions about whether I was eating properly. I wanted to hear about her life, not reassure her about mine.
I downloaded a novel and boarded early.
The man assigned to the middle seat arrived carrying a leather briefcase.
“Your bag’s sticking out,” he said.
He watched until I’d pushed it farther back, then sat down without another word.
I checked beneath the seat. My tote was an inch over the line.
“Sorry. Let me fix it.”
He watched until I’d pushed it farther back, then sat down without another word.
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