After weeks of stressful deadlines, I finally boarded my long-awaited flight to relaxation. All I wanted was to lose myself in a movie and forget about work for a few precious hours. But fate had other plans when a young woman with a waterfall of hair took the seat in front of me.
Within minutes of takeoff, her luxurious locks cascaded over my tray table like an invasive vine, blocking my screen and personal space. A polite request got me a half-hearted apology and temporary relief, but soon the hair was back – this time with added attitude when I asked her to move it again.
That’s when I reached into my bag for my secret weapon: three pieces of chewing gum. With surgical precision, I worked each piece into different sections of her hair, my face the picture of innocence as I stared at my screen. The moment of discovery was priceless – her shriek of horror as she discovered the sticky mess was music to my ears.
“Consider this a lesson in personal space,” I calmly explained as she frantically tried to remove the gum. For the remaining flight, her hair stayed securely tied up, and I enjoyed my movie in peace. Sometimes, unconventional methods are needed to teach basic courtesy at 30,000 feet.
