A young woman mocked my age at the airport, then spent our entire flight throwing her long hair into my face and food. She thought a 73-year-old woman couldn’t fight back. Good thing I’d made one very unusual purchase at duty-free.
“YOU TURNED MY EIGHT-HUNDRED-DOLLAR HAIR INTO A KINDERGARTEN CRAFT PROJECT!”
Thirty-five thousand feet up, a young woman stood in the aisle with one hand stuck to her own head and murder on her mind.
She was pointing at me with the other one.
Every head in the cabin turned my way.
But two hours earlier, nothing in the world could have led to this.
Every head in the cabin turned my way.
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Two hours earlier, I was standing in a duty-free line with a little present for my granddaughter.
The line was crawling. The reason stood right in front of me.
She was maybe twenty-eight, with blonde hair down to the back of her knees and a phone held at arm’s length.
The case said BRITTANY in rhinestones, in case she forgot.
“Okay, guys, help me choose. This one or this one?”
She held two perfume bottles up to the screen.
The reason stood right in front of me.
“Ma’am, should I ring those up?” the cashier asked.
“One sec, my chat is deciding.”
Honey, at my age, ‘one second’ better come with a chair.
“I know! They’re both gorgeous. Maybe I’ll just take both.”
The cashier read out the total. She blinked at it for half a second.
Then she smiled at the phone.
The line was crawling.
“Beauty is an investment, right?”
She paid. Then she grabbed a tester and sprayed her neck, her wrists and, for good measure, her hair.
The cloud reached me a moment later. I coughed.
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