She wiped her hand on her jeans.
The slime left a bright smear.
She rubbed her fingers against the armrest.
Another smear appeared.
Then she shook her head, and a thin strand of slime flicked against her cheek.
Her phone was still recording.
Her live audience was watching every second.
“YOU’RE A CRAZY OLD WOMAN!” she screamed.
Kelly hurried down the aisle.
“Ma’am, please sit down and lower your voice.”
“I WANT OFF THIS PLANE!”
Kelly looked at her calmly.
“We are at thirty-five thousand feet, ma’am. That is not possible.”
“I DON’T CARE! LOOK AT MY HAIR!”
The little boy covered his mouth again.
His mother was trying very hard not to laugh.
Brittany turned back to me.
“You ruined my extensions! They cost eight hundred dollars!”
“You have mentioned the price several times.”
“YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THEM!”
I looked at the sticky pink substance hanging from her hair.
