She draped her hair over my seat during the flight — so I came up with a clever way to get back at her
Share After three sleepless days, failed meetings, and canceled flights, I boarded Flight 1847 exhausted, hoping for peace. My aisle seat in row 23 seemed perfect—until she arrived. A young woman with golden hair, loud phone calls, and nonstop selfies. Soon her hair spilled over my tray table, covering my laptop. I politely asked her…