07/14/2025
After a brutal workweek, I finally boarded my flight, desperate for a few hours of quiet. All I wanted was a movie, maybe a nap — anything to reset my overloaded brain.
But peace didn’t even last until takeoff.
Just as the plane began to taxi, the young woman in front of me — maybe in her early twenties — flopped into her seat, pulled out her phone… and then flung her waist-length hair straight over her headrest.
Right onto my tray table. Directly across my screen.
I took a breath. No drama, I told myself. I tapped her shoulder politely and asked if she could please move her hair. She looked back, mumbled a half-hearted “sorry,” and pulled it away.
Problem solved, right?
Wrong.
Ten minutes later — boom. The hair was back. This time, even more smugly draped, as if claiming territory.
I asked again. She didn’t turn around. Didn’t respond. Just kept scrolling through her phone, acting like I didn’t exist.
And that’s when something shifted in me.
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t cause a scene. But I did come up with a clever little plan that made sure she—and everyone around—would remember this flight.
Want to know what I did? Let’s just say… it involved creativity, a little bit of humor, and a strong sense of personal space.
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