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A girl on the plane threw her hair over my seat, blocking my screen: I had to teach the rude woman a lesson

Two: I can assist you right now with a small pair of scissors. I have manicure scissors in my bag. “Want that?”

The girl became pallid. I leaned in closer and said, without raising my voice, “If you throw your hair like that again, you’ll be bald the next time. “I’m very precise—even in turbulence.” For the remainder of the flight, she sat still. I relaxed and started watching the movie as her hair was properly wrapped in a tight bun. I savored my well-earned peace.