Part 1
I had been looking forward to a quiet flight. After boarding, I settled into my window seat, placed my lunch on the tray table, and opened a book. The woman sitting directly in front of me had exceptionally long blonde hair. At first, I didn’t think anything of it. Then she leaned back and casually flipped her hair over the top of her seat.
A few strands landed directly across my meal. I politely asked her to move it, and she apologized before pulling it forward again. Ten minutes later, it happened once more. Then again. Each time, I asked her calmly, but she seemed increasingly annoyed that I kept mentioning it. Eventually, a thick section of her hair was hanging over my seat and brushing against my food.
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