“This foot has lost its way. Please return it to its owner’s seat.”
I had bought that sock
for my three-year-old granddaughter. It had two large, ridiculous bunny ears that bounced every time Linda took a step.
Susan could barely contain her laughter.
Linda furiously pulled off the sock.
“You had no right to touch me!”
“And did you have the right to put your dirty foot on my armrest?” I asked.
Several passengers applauded.
I thought the whole incident was over.
But suddenly Linda grabbed the back of a seat.
Her expression changed.
She was no longer angry.
She looked terrified.
“Where’s my purse?” she asked in
a trembling voice.
“Under your seat,” Susan replied.
Linda bent down with difficulty, picked up her small black purse, and began searching through it.
Her hands were shaking.
“Where is it… Oh my God, where is it…?”
A flight attendant approached.