For hours, the woman beside me complained about my weight, my eating, and even my breathing. When I finally changed seats, I left her a little surprise that soon had the entire cabin wide awake.
At 61, I’d learned two important things: life is too short to worry about other people’s opinions, and you’re never too old for a good prank.
I was flying overnight.
I’ve lived with type 2 diabetes for years, and yes, I’m overweight. I’ve made peace with my body, although I’d be lying if I said the occasional nasty remark didn’t sting.
That October, I was flying overnight to visit my daughter and two grandchildren for Halloween.
My granddaughter, eight, wanted to be a witch, while her ten-year-old brother had requested a vampire costume.
I’d spent weeks sewing both outfits, adding enough dramatic details to make a Hollywood costume designer jealous.
I’ve made peace.
My suitcase was also stuffed with candy and decorations.
And inside my carry-on, wrapped carefully in a blanket, was a very special surprise for my grandson, who adored scary movies and Halloween pranks.
My daughter always said, “Mom, sometimes I think I’ve got three children instead of two.”
I boarded the plane.
I considered that a compliment.
I boarded the plane in excellent spirits and settled into my usual aisle seat. It made getting up easier, and I preferred having a little freedom to move without disturbing anyone.
Unfortunately, the woman sitting by the window seemed determined to ruin my good mood before we’d even taken off.
I smiled politely.
My seatmate looked about 40. She was skinny, impeccably dressed, and wore an expensive watch.
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