I knew perfectly well that I was doing something unkind.
At the time, I told myself it was a lesson she needed.
Perhaps that was partly true.
Perhaps I was also an angry old woman who had finally lost her temper.
Whatever my reason, I made a decision that would soon turn the entire cabin into an audience.
I gently worked the pink glittery substance into several strands, then closed the tub.
“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” Harold whispered.
“Then keep your hair on your side of the seat.”
I settled back and waited.
The Most Embarrassing Live Video of Brittany’s Life
The first person to notice was a little boy sitting across the aisle.
He had been watching the entire situation with the fascination children reserve for things adults insist are not funny.
Suddenly, he pointed.
“Mom! There’s something in her hair!”
His mother gently lowered his hand.
