When a rude passenger refused to move his bare foot from my armrest, I gave him a surprise pedicure while he slept. He was furious, but he had no idea our paths would cross again.
I was four hours into a packed flight when something warm brushed my elbow.
I looked down.
Five bare toes were resting on my armrest.
I looked down.
For a second, I honestly thought I was imagining it.
Then the smell hit me.
I turned around. The man behind me looked about forty-five, wearing an expensive watch and headphones, with his shoes kicked under the seat.
“Excuse me. Could you move your foot?”
He pulled one headphone aside.
“Let them breathe.”
“It’s not touching you.”
“It’s on my armrest.”
“My feet need to breathe.”
“Then let them breathe in your own seat.”
He smirked. “It’s an airplane. We’re all sharing space.”
I stared at him.
He glanced at my other arm.
“So use your other armrest and don’t bother me.”
I stared at him.
He smiled, put his headphones back on, and wiggled his toes.
I moved my elbow away.
I turned around.
Ten minutes later, his foot was still there.
When the plane hit turbulence, his toes actually brushed my sleeve.
I turned around again.
“Seriously. Move your foot.”
He sighed like I was exhausting him.
He laughed.
“Lady, it’s just a foot. You’re acting like I put it on your dinner plate.”
The woman beside me made a face.
“That’s disgusting.”
He laughed.
“You two need to relax.”
“Okay.”
That was when I stopped arguing.
“Okay,” I said.
He smirked, clearly convinced he’d won.
Twenty minutes later, he fell asleep.
His bare foot was still inches from my elbow.
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