Part 4
A long blonde clip-in extension was dangling neatly from the pocket, secured by the small binder clip.The attendant looked at the extension, then at me.“Ma’am, did you take her hair?”
“No,” I answered calmly. “It kept falling over my seat and into my food. I only clipped the ends together so it would stay on my side of the seat.”The woman stared at the extension.Then she looked at me.“You had no right!”I shrugged.“I asked you several times to keep it off my food.”The attendant examined the extension carefully.“Is this yours?” she asked the blonde woman.“Yes!”“Then why was it hanging over the passenger’s seat?”The woman opened her mouth but didn’t immediately answer.Then she remembered the fifty-dollar bill she had dropped.
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