At seventy-three, I was flying across the country to attend my granddaughter’s graduation when a young woman’s long blonde hair extensions suddenly fell over the seat in front of me, brushing against my face and landing in my coffee. I politely asked her to keep her hair on her own side, but she rolled her eyes and dismissed my complaint. Minutes later, her extensions were hanging in my lunch. When I asked again, she snapped that I should move my food instead. Even after a flight attendant instructed her to stop, she deliberately tossed her hair backward once more, striking my cheek while smiling and saying, “Oops.” That was when I decided I had tolerated enough. …. Continue Reading 🔽
