Her Hair Took Over My Airplane Seat. My Revenge Was Petty… and Delicious (3 of 3)

“Oh,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry. Your hair was on my tray table. I thought it was part of the in-flight snack service.”

Her mouth opened like she was about to say something—but nothing came out. She just stared. Mortified. The guy next to me was wheezing into a napkin.

She didn’t say a word the rest of the flight. Didn’t even look back as she bolted off the plane, cracker crumbs trailing behind her like breadcrumbs from a modern-day airline fairytale.

So let this be a lesson: if you let your hair invade another person’s airspace, you might just leave the flight a little more… seasoned than you boarded.